At the Ballroom

“Will you, please, dance with me?” I ask you;

It may be wild of me, but hey,

Tonight, at last, I’m feeling brave –

Enough to look you in the face;

/

You will say yes for you believe that

I can’t keep up with you – you’re right,

But I will learn, so it’s ok if I lose my step

And fall, and find it difficult to rise;

/

My fear, you, my eternal partner,

You are the first, you are the last,

You choose the place, the time, the music,

You choose the dance, you lead, and I…

/

I move whichever way you move me,

And you’re an expert puppeteer:

No one can even tell it isn’t

Me who is dancing but the fear;

/

In your embrace I suffocate but,

I am so used to it, I think

That is the way that dancing should be:

Leaving one feeling worthless and weak;

/

“Will you, please, dance with me?” I ask you,

I have gone mad, perhaps, but hey,

I want to know the dance of life

Without your claws perpetually sunk me,

/

You will say yes, and I will tremble,

And stumble, and not know the steps,

You’re laughing now, but you can’t laugh forever;

There has to come a day you can’t keep up with me;