a dance of two hearts

In crowded rooms where glances stray, We met by chance, or so they say. A smile, a word, a spark, a flame, And nothing ever felt the same. We laughed at jokes not worth the laugh, We walked down streets, both torn in half. Yet somehow in your gaze I knew, That love would grow where moments grew. Dating—like a winding song, With notes unsure but never wrong. We learned the rhythm, found the rhyme, And fell in step with passing time. You held my hand through awkward nights, Through anxious hopes and quiet fights. And still you stayed, through storm and shine, Making your brave heart part of mine. Now love’s not perfect, neat, or planned, It’s messy art drawn hand in hand. But what we have is deep and true— A dance I only want with you.