Musings

If Love were a dance

If love were dance, I am only now listening to the music. I have only now for the first time heard the rhythm and chord progressions. It is the first time and hopefully the last that I have invested myself into such a sweet melody. I have only just asked you to dance, shy and without much grace.

If love were a dance, we are both out of practice. We have never had any formal training, we are both self-taught. Our feet have never moved in this way and our heels ache at the end of each day.

If love were a dance we have stepped in the wrong direction again and again, neither of us wanting to follow and both of us fighting to lead.

If love were a dance, the music has broken my heart, but its beauty sewing together the tiny shards and apologising for each note.

If love were a dance, I have passion and willingness to learn the dips and turns and lifts.

If love were a dance, each time I have tripped you have only helped me up and kissed my aching hands.

If love were a dance, would you dance with me? We can take turns leading and I will learn to follow.

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