The Next Dance

You know I love to write the rhymes That move to a beat Especially the ones that are soft and low Beautiful and sweet They come to me like a dance Gliding through my mind Holding dearly to the emotions I could never leave behind My wife and I no longer dance Seems there is no time But I treasure each dance we shared Up in this heart of mine One day there will come a time When the doctors are no more Where we will hold each other tight And glide across the floor I will whisper into her ear Whisper soft and low As the music skips a beat Then even seems to slow Life has dealt us many hands Trying to tear us apart But it was the Lord who made our love Then let it fill our hearts Sweetheart after all the trials and years We still have our romance The only thing left for us to do Continue with the dance © 2007 Michael Jordan All Rights Reserved