Our Dance, Must End

The lead you own; your charge I accept Your feet lithe, my eyes mesmerized My joy suppressed, hope found Your hand in mine, my dream alive. Points important, the moment more As you glide, my wonder is nourished A spectator, a partner; my roles, both Your delicate motions, I relish. Each step an accomplishment known The first twirl, my fear shown The second, aggravation grown The beginning forgotten, but procrastination key As the dip is done, my body is numbed The end of an assessment; the loss of your grasp.