The Next Dance
You know I love to write the rhymes
That move to a beat
Especially the ones that are soft and low
Beautiful and sweet
They come to me like a dance
Gliding through my mind
Holding dearly to the emotions
I could never leave behind
My wife and I no longer dance
Seems there is no time
But I treasure each dance we shared
Up in this heart of mine
One day there will come a time
When the doctors are no more
Where we will hold each other tight
And glide across the floor
I will whisper into her ear
Whisper soft and low
As the music skips a beat
Then even seems to slow
Life has dealt us many hands
Trying to tear us apart
But it was the Lord who made our love
Then let it fill our hearts
Sweetheart after all the trials and years
We still have our romance
The only thing left for us to do
Continue with the dance
© 2007 Michael Jordan
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