Dance With Me

My heart wants to break out into a jig
You make my soul want to sing.
Maybe it’s the fanfare your marching band plays,
Or maybe it’s just the cheesy way you smile at me.
You see, the way you make me feel…
It’s counterproductive.
To work…and like, other things.
I can’t help but smile knowingly.
I can’t help but daydream.
My heart sings.
My soul wants to break free and dance.
My body hummmms.
Come on,
Dance with me.

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