When you glide across the floor so light,
My eyes draw toward your graceful flight.
Each step a whisper, soft, sweet and clear,
A steady rhythm drawing me near.
Your movement sings, silent tender songs;
To your dance of grace, I now belong.
You stir instinct, deep within my chest;
A gentle urge, I cannot suppress.
With every sway- every fleeting glance,
You pull me close, inviting a dance.
No rush, no hurry- just the flowing beat,
Until that moment, my heart repeats.
That quiet pulse, of your subtle sound,
In every step, my soul tightly bound.
Oh, how you move, so pure and so true,
It leaves me sure, I must leap for you.