she couldn't dance like the rest she didn't want to let herself go enough to fall and be caught in his open embrace her pace was unchoreographed and timid scared of being replaced in the dance which she called love by a newer, more beautiful dancer that isn't afraid of prewetting into the arms of her loverΒ Β
but all and all her dance was bewitchingly unique and he loved that
love can be compared to a dance either you and your partners paces match or they don't