A Dance With Johann Strauss

my breath cannot keep up with my heart my feet cannot keep up with the ballroom, the smart clad gentlemen and their graceful belles are launching off on their feet too the colourful celings, chandeliers, collonaded walls and glittering lights are dancing with us to a series of delightful crescendos we glide weightless angels in heaven to and fro, back and forth, to and fro, back and forth our physiques transporting us like two God's premier art pieces tinging the air with royal regal, flowing elegance, ever measured and precise poise time takes a rest snugly as we lock eyes enveloping us in a warmth we wish is signed 'eternal' between the palms as our eet feet propel us on and on to the charms and pleasure of the moment