Dance

You stand behind me, facing my back.
You cannot see my face as i hesitate one last time before turning around.
I was ready to see you,
Ready for you to see me,
Ready to face the music...
Ready to dance.

And so, nervously i wait for your reaction,
Something that will last less than a second,
Something i could miss entirely,
But i see it,
A tiny smile before you compose yourself.

You extend your arm...
I'm satisfied with your reaction,
I take your hand and you pull me close.
It's my turn to react...
and i like what i see.

The music starts, and its a bold instrument,
It doesn't sing,
It screams the music out,
And we begin to dance
With so much confidence our movements are anything but graceful,
It's like were marching,

And they were marching...
To the powerful beat of their love..
And when the curtains that surrounded them revealed the couple dancing,
The entire world could see that it was Pinky ...
Pinky with her flan.