I don't want to stay
On autopilot anymore
I wanna go home with a
Bouquet of wild flowers
Cook your favorite meal
And dance with you to
A Chet Baker song on
Our balcony by the
Light of the stars

Follow the North Star
Until you can reach
The northern lights
There we'll dance
With the spirits of old
And know that we
Found a place
To call home

Shall we dance a never-ending dance?
I don't want our dance to be a ballet dance spinning and losing the opportunity to lose myself in your eyes.
I don't want to modernise our dance and forget for a second that your presence is the only place I want to be.
I don't want to be hip or hop, letting go of your hands
I don't want to tap around you; the noise is killing me. Can I just dwell in your heartbeat, waiting for your words?
I don't want to quicken my step only to lose trust in you
The only chacha I want to be saying to you when I am addressing you in the Hindi language for it breaks my heart to turn my back on you for a millisecond
Yet sometimes I forget that you do not look at the outer appearance or shall ****** you like a Salsa dancer with her lover, but you are too graceful, full of wisdom, and then I think of beautiful, you come to mind.
The dance is about us, so Lord, I am listening to what dance you would like to dance with your bride.

Why do the songs
Of the fallen of love
Nibbles my heart
Yet I have never been loved

Why do the songs
Of the festival's dancers
Makes my lips jump
Yet I'm rarely filled with joy

Their slow and fast rhythm and beats
Invites my mind to imagine
A life that I didn't live
A life that I wouldn't feel

Their voices tell me stories
One that I shouldn't know
But on my mind will stay rent free
Until I grow into one dilapidated fool.

put the song on and dance,
let your hair down
throw your arms up
and dance. Feel the vibrations,
sensations revurberating,
through the trance
of life's circumstances.
Romance pulsates in the dance.