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Love of Dance
When love comes dancing
Down the street
And grabs your arms
With itchy feet
That won't stay still
She spins you round
A lightness lifts you
From the ground
When love's insistence
Captures you
No sitting out
Too shy won't do
For every part
Will want to move
An inner rush
To feel the groove
To love's broad smile
You have to face
Her eyes are locked
A new found grace
A fleet of foot
You thought had lost
It's rhythm found
No counting cost
For love is free
Her spirit true
A human, full
She'll make of you
So when she breezes
Through your doors
The worldy rules
Of dance, ignores
In silence.
No clamour for applause
Just you and me
We spin, then pause
Just held so closely
As if in trance
We recognise
This love of dance
Copyright ©
Sam Scott
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