Standing in the moment,
between the first settling snowflake,
and a rose in full bloom.
It is then that we began to dance.
Palm in palm, the tapping of our feet,
in time with the pounding of our heartbeats.
Every step mirrored as we waltz to our song.
Whirling for but a second...
when we become lost.
Feet entwined; our bodies' rush for one another.
I must be flying above the hands of desire,
only to be caught by the sturdy arms of my knight.
And we are held in the moment
between our first dance,
and true love's first kiss.
