Rhythym of the Heart

They watched the sky turn from blue to gray, Sitting at the end of his driveway he saw a perfect chance, As the clouds rolling in began to cry, He took her and asked her to dance, Her face lit up like a night sky on the fourth of July, Then she flashes that smile that makes his heart skip a beat, He spins her around and she clumsily falls into his embrace, They begin to slow dance in the street, As he moves a strand of wet hair away from her face, He loves the way she looks at him, She loves the way he looks at her, Their hearts make a steady rhythm, That they can dance to forever, Even when the clouds are crying and their hair is turning gray, They won't care, They will dance in the street anyway. Copyright ©2009 MeganHuntington