The Dance

Standing in front of a crowd

My hand is destined to hold yours

The music is starting

Reality is becoming surreal

My strength shall carry your weight

The music shall carry me

We’ll dance into the melody

And smile to the sound of symphony

In your presence I was allured

Making my emotions more genuine than fake

With our every single queue we will turn

And in every turn, we will turn back

But reality will embrace us once again

And this moment, we might not regain

To you, my hands will seize to tend

For our music is bound to come to an end

A short poem inspired by random happenings. Anyway, review please…