There's a time.
In the dance.
When you know that
you're taking a chance.

With a curve.
And a twist.
And you're praying
you don't break her wrist.

But you're filled
with the thrill
of the thought
that you'll hold her until

she is claimed
by the dance
with the next man
who's promised romance.

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And you long for her to look
straight into your adoring eyes.
You want to keep her near you,
safe from other fellows lies.
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But you still
let her go,
hoping someday
she'll know

how you longed
for her charms
as she twirled
in his arms.