Dance

She was wearing a dress with no back. I swore she’d one day give me a heart attack.

With that said, we took the floor, a dance like this I’ve never had before.

She danced with bravery - the kind it takes years to have.

She danced with grace - the kind you’re born with.

I danced with foolery - the kind it takes seconds to have.

I danced with fire - the kind you’re warned of.

She made me feel like I was on fire, burning too brightly.

I was sure I was going to explode, pieces on the floor.

I kept going, we kept dancing, spinning around ’til we couldn’t take it anymore.

There was a fire in my heart, and I was ready to burn.

Years later, she told me how she felt, how I made her heart melt.

Years later, she informed me I won her with my chivalry, all her walls falling and disarming.

“Gosh,” she said, “you were so charming!” I felt like giving her a warning.

So I said, “You are my future, and I don’t see one where we don’t crash.”

She agreed, but still we kept moving, unafraid of the backlash.