Secret Romance

I've got a secret... when I dance with you, delight.
It's not the sound of the music that makes my feet light.
Nestled as you as are, in the crook of my arm...
the sweet scent of you is only one of your charms.
You move as I lead you, the dance a subtle retreat,
from the harms of the world, a three minute respite.

I close my eyes, as I'm want to do,
spin you around, yet I still picture you.
The touch of your skin, the feel of you close,
and my trembling hands, I hope you never note.

As long as I've been dancing, you would suppose,
I would no longer be nervous, I wonder if it shows?
My feet become tangled, no thoughts in my head,
trip and then fall? The moment I dread.
I lose the beat, but with you in this race,
you save me from falling, with all of your grace.

I close my eyes, as I'm want to do,
spin you around, yet I still picture you.
The touch of your skin, the feel of you close,
and my trembling hands, I hope you never note.

The thrill of you near, the thrill of the dance,
Your hair brushes my arm, our souls close the expanse.
For just a brief moment, time seems to fade,
the dance floor is empty, save us on parade.
A parade too soon to be over, yet when my eyes meet your gaze
the moment hangs in the air, my memory will save.

I close my eyes, as I'm want to do,
spin you around, yet I still picture you.
Together we move, the oneness of dance,
it's my secret with you, my secret romance.