The Rhythm Of the Ages

The music to which we dance
Has a rhythm
As old as man himself,
Yet it seems so
Wondrously new and exotic
To each of us.
It has a tempo
All its own
In tune with the beating
Of our hearts,
And maybe that is why
It seems so natural
And comes so
Incredibly easy.
All I know is that
As we match each other
Step for step,
I can feel you
Gently swaying,
Moving ever closer,
And I can hardly believe
That this is really happening
Because I have known my mind
To play tricks on me
So many times before,
And I have made
A fool of myself
To many times to mention,
But there you are
Holding your perfect body
Next to me,
Slow dancing to that tune.
We speak of romance
In a universal language
For which no translator
Is ever needed.
I can scarcely trust
The validity of what I feel,
But that look in your eyes,
And the flavor
Of your words,
Reflecting the radiance
Of your mind,
Is beyond my power to resist.