The WaltzMature

This dance is yours
Please lead
Lend your hand
Guide me
Across the floor
Right out the door.
It’s unclear who wants it more
What’s at the core?
I hope you’re not a bore,
Or a miner simply after ore.
Now, it’s just 1, 2, 3, 4
I won’t flee
Here I stand
You’re easy to read
I’m all yours.

The End

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