Dance Poem by Kalee Skriver

Your hand is outstretched, when I accept it you twirl me around.
On my heart you are etched, a tune that shall forever resound.
These words in my head could never be said,
without the music of your heart to lead them.
Let us dance to our song for this is where we belong,
In the rhythm to which our feet have been moving all along.
We shall dance with grace, two figures moving as one.
This is not a race, we must continue slowly for we've barely begun.