Contributed by Nan Potts
The dance is when
Two hearts join in
To synchronize as one.
And make it known,
Love has shown,
It’s strength compares to none.
The dance then starts,
With flaming hearts,
The passion to enjoy.
Each other’s hue,
They’ve come to view,
And talents to employ.
Each dancer brings,
Sometimes with strings,
Gifts which charm or glower.
Thus, each allows,
Missteps and bows,
If performed a howler.
It’s carried on,
This dance and song,
To which it has no end.
If, both elect,
Not to neglect,
Each other’s heart to tend.
— For My Valentine