The dance is in the valley below
The dance is where my chiffon dress will sing and twirl real slow
I have always dreamt that we would go
I have never failed to imagine
the spectacular nature of that evening dance and its glow
As we come over the ridge
The fairylights crowning the meadow of delight
As we walk along nature's invitation path
your hand enticing mine and my mind
already tango to the salsa of the music floating everywhere
The sounds of laughter offering the moon up high
flirts with the smells of the purest make-belief sky
And I lean forward as you lean in
And your hand on the small of my back
whisper safety and together and forever in the now
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