You’ve always had a slightly different rhythm when we dance,
But I’d never take the chance to mention,
Not my intention to make it known,
Make you concious of this rhythm all your own,
It’s grown to be enough for me,
With occasional synchronicity a pleasant happenstance,
But when our rhythm’s out of synch,
I think that’s fine as well,
For now I’ve learned that when we dance,
I shouldn’t hold you oh so tight,
For I just might affect your sway,
And the gentle way you move,
With a rhythm all your own,
A rhythm known by me,
And loved.