Dance With Me

Soft whimsical, childlike drawings, in my mind I see them dance

With tender shapes, of pastel chalk, tiny insects, and waltzing flowers

Leaping frogs on lily pads, spiders spinning webs, while butterflies flutter by

The robin with his red breast, pecks at the earthworm, and ants are parading

Dance with me, let nothing get in the way, may our hearts tease, while we play

I shall sing you a song, and you shall write me a love note, if I fall, you shall catch me

In the meadow of summer, in the heat of everlasting passion, I dream of you

The green of the grass, it tickles our fancy, while we kiss behind the apple tree

I carve your initial on the trunk, we become one, as we lay in the sun

Taking advantage of these tender moments, we hold on to its beauty

The first time we danced, with naked eyes, the babies breath, so fresh

As we tumble down the hillside, you are at my back, while we take a chance

To be young, to be innocent, in every way, dance, dance, dance, oh please

Dance with me again