The Rhythm

The first time I learned to dance
I was on my father's feet
He moved from left to right
 He told me to listen to the beat
 
I smiled up at him
Thinking I've accomplished so much
He let me loose
I realized what I did not know  
Unless he instructs
 
Later, as I got older
The rhythm came to me easily
Swaying from left to right had changed
 The music took hold of me
 
I had a new partner now
He held me so close
My heartbeat through my blouse
I wasn’t sure what I liked the most
 
Hands were placed in strategic spots.
One around the waist and the other around the neck
Once we began to rock
I started to forget
 
The room sank away
In the rhythm of the beat
In his arms
My body felt complete
 
The music came to an end.
But we continued to move.
This was no ordinary rhythm.
And this was no ordinary mood.
 
As the night went on
So did our days
It's incredible what the rhythm of a song
Can ignite in our souls and forever stay