His hands are warm on my waist
My hands look different and misplaced
I look into his eyes which shine
Like the lights above our twine
Our dance is jumbled and snafu
But That's ok, I say, Because I'm with you
We dance till the song ends
Then he bends
And I reach
Our lips meet
The lights above us seem to explode
The floor below us seems to erode
This moment could last forever
In the clouds with him, I wish would end never
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