There are so many style dances;
I can learn ballet, pointe, ballroom,
but only one can really show me the way.
Dating is like a dance;
before I met the person I been avoiding,
pushing, forcing, resisting, and ignoring,
There were too many people waiting in line.
For a minute I thought I was doing cha cha;
in a straight line with people that just
did not get it right with me.
Until someone showed me the love dance;
what it meant to love, be loved;
and that dance was hard;
I am still learning it.
But you know, he is patient;
there is a competition, though.
There is this other dance, he does not know well,
but I happen to already dance to that tune.
If I could show him how to forget that dance;
anything is possible with the hope
that we can succeed in the dance we actually know.
I am not afraid of the competition,
because by default we will have to succumb to losses.
The best dance is the one that fits us.
I want to learn to be closer to you,
spin me around, take me head over heals;
twist me, and place me at your heart;
I can hear the beating to the steps we take.
Love is a lifelong poem that never ends;
free verse, line by line;
we can write, and even the same words,
could not be enough to fill the lines.
I want to dance with you all night;
I want to twist and shout;
my heart is open to you, now.
Do not be afraid of me, because of that dance
I am ready for the true challenge and competition.
You are my reward, my diploma, and
success in the training program.
I will win this gold medal, and be first in line;
for love is a dance in our hearts.