Feel the beating, the fluttering of heart upon heart yearning to dance, cautiously shedding layers of protective armour as they approach. . .

Battle weary hopes, bruised from life wounds, spark from within the treasure chest of ourselves, fighting to be
unleashed. . .

Common interests and not so common interests mesh together and separate again, in a quest for mutual ground to stand on without falling . . .

Dreams hold hands and walk together, glancing backwards upon separate paths, then forward to one uncertain road ahead. . . giving hands, loving hands, soothing hands interlaced, each fingertip caressing the life of the other. . .

Fiery passion soars the sky to touch the splendor of a rainbow, floating upon the beauty of the colors, gliding downward where hearts may finally rest in the perfect softness of the clouds and of each other. . .

Joining together in this dance of beauty, honor, compassion and passion; strength, gentleness, determination and hope. . .

Trusting together in this dance of truth and sensitivity, of healing and grace. . .

Growing together, one heart open to the other without fear, in this dance of the soul.