When I Dance With You
When I dance with you the rest of the world fades away. The lights, the people, the sounds. You are the only one in the room I see.
When I dance with you, I can’t take my eyes off of you and that soft glow your eyes have from the dim light covering the dance floor.
When I dance with you it’s as though I am walking on clouds, lightly brushing the floor so as not to disturb the beauty that surrounds me.
When I dance with you I am rejuvenated. The fresh breeze from your twirling dress overpowers me as you spin across the floor.
When I dance with you I feel like I can move mountains. Like I can lasso the moon and forever let its delicate glow illuminate the elegance that you are.
When I dance with you I am happy. I am happy because you are in my arms. I hold you tight as we glide past the world and show just how beautiful you are.
When I dance with you, see that look in your eye, and feel the warmth of your embrace, I want that moment to last a lifetime.
When I dance with you I can fly. I see the world from above and know there is nothing better than this.
When I dance with you my world is an amazing place.
When I dance with you I feel something inside that words cannot describe.
Nothing can be better than this.
I guess the best things do happen while you dance . . .
