Dancing is like writing our story with our feet,
Each step, a verse, each turn, a secret.
To the beat of the music, our hearts meet,
And the dance floor becomes our holy book.

We are notes in harmony, rotating in space,
Our smiles, chords that echo in the embrace.
The night unfolds like enchanted music,
And our steps, fresh paint on a journey.

The hall is our stage, the lights, twinkling stars,
And our bodies, brushes that trace vibrant moments.
Each turn is a chapter, each look, a comma,
Our feet dance the story that time does not cancel.

We are notes in harmony, rotating in space,
Our smiles, chords that echo in the embrace.
The night unfolds like enchanted music,
And our steps, fresh paint on a journey.

And our steps, fresh paint on a journey.

And when the music intensifies, we are storm,
Our bodies intertwine, without fear, without age.
Every movement is a verse, every silence a sigh,
And the dance floor becomes our altar, our impulse.

We are notes in harmony, rotating in space,
Our smiles, chords that echo in the embrace.
The night unfolds like enchanted music,
And our steps, fresh paint on a journey.

So we'll dance until dawn, without rushing,
Our feet writing a story that.
Dancing is like recording stars in the night sky,
And our melody will echo, forever, in the eternal.