The Dance

The Dance

A little girl spinning,
She dreams of the dance.
Cant wait for the beginning,
Of love and romance.

The day soon does come,
She's given a taste.
The dance has begun,
She finds his embrace.

The band plays slow,
His hands on her hips.
How far will this go?
In love, hers meet his lips.

The tempo flips,
They laugh as they spin.
They kiss and she dips,
Married life soon begins.

The beat keeps rising,
Creating sheer bliss.
The baby is crying,
As they share their last kiss.

At the peak of the dance,
Her man holds no more.
A halt to romance,
She is thrown to the floor.

The ballroom then fades,
Life is seen for what it is.
Too late to fix the mistake she has made,
Now that her life is his.

She weeps on the floor,
As she is beaten again.
He loves her no more,
As new dance begins.

When it was, she would beam,
She has lost her romance.
Inside, the little girl screams,
This isn't the dance!