In a room of grace and mystery, we meet,
Underneath the moon’s glowing heat,
Dancing to a melody, hushed and discreet,
We move our bodies, to a silent beat.
No need for words, our souls converse,
In the language of rhythm, we immerse,
As our hearts entwine, and emotions reverse,
We sway and twirl, in this universe.
With every step, our spirits ignite,
Guided by the stars, shining bright,
In this enchanted realm, we take flight,
To a symphony only the night can recite.
The silence speaks, whispers in the air,
We surrender, let go, with every flare,
Each move painting a story, beyond compare,
In this silent ballroom, we are the pair.
Our dance, a language only we know,
As we glide and spin, our spirits aglow,
Connecting through motion, our love does show,
To the rhythm of our hearts, we beautifully flow.
No music needed, for our feet to advance,
We find harmony in silence’s expanse,
Together, we weave a tale of romance,
Dancing to a silent beat, in a timeless dance.
So let us dance, in the silence so complete,
Creating a symphony with no need to compete,
With every graceful step, our love is concrete,
As we continue, dancing to a silent beat.
MARYANN BOSAH 