My heart races
As you grab my hand
My mind becomes blank
As I begin to stand
Slowly, steadily
We begin to sway
You have a tight grip
That forces me to stay
As the song comes
To a dreary end
I find myself happy
Something unsaid
A genuine smile
Spreads on my face
That made me recognize
Your elegance
Your grace
Publication Date: 12-28-2011
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