Your feet weren't designed to dance, but your heart sure did know how to dance with mine.
You'd take me all the way,
know all my moves,
spin me around on my little toes
and then lift me so I could touch the moon.
You never wrote poetry and rhymed like a 6 year old,
but your eyes wrote anthologies of the feelings never told.
You are no singer,
You are no artist.
but what you do is beyond my theory, I think it could be magic.
You are not the guy I imagined I'd be with; but whoever your soul is, however old it is,
it's a very old friend of mine,
