one, we bow our heads in a synchronised fashion
two, we circle each other, two swans in a lake
three, a hint of blush is seen on my cheek as you approach
four, arms stretched out
five, hesitation
six,  my arm meets yours
off we go in a whirlwind of music and footsteps
circle one, circle two, step step, circle, step
sweeping the floors with the ball gowns and frocks
breathing steady and you a little heavy
we feel the eyes of greedy onlookers watching
so much sound and yet barely noticeable
I wish for this to never end I wish for this to be forever what it was and what it is and what ill be I want stability I don't want falseness I want to recognise myself in the mirror when I wake up I want to feel the touch of love not the scorching agony of lust and most of all I want to be happy, just simply happy no strings attached. Stupid happy.
one, we bow our heads
two, we look away
three, I wonder if you understood the longing in my eyes.
four, a new hand approaches.