Light steps commence at sun’s first ray,
And thus begins the dance today.
Your presence beckons me from sleep
In perfect step, I try to keep.
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And though you lead me soft and slow,
Missteps, each, begin to show,
The little lie, the lustful glance,
Reveal the stumbles in our dance.
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But though I trip with every fall
You keep me spinning through it all.
Behold my flaws! There is no trace!
For all are hid in perfect grace.