And we danced...

Her hands slipped into mine and I looked into her eyes - Deep with thought, smiling and yet a little mischievous.
Few steps we learned and few others we took - matching our steps and then mismatching some, as she twirled.

Never have I danced before, never had I matched my steps before.and yet I did.
Her eyes didn't leave mine and her hands didn't leave mine,
as she twirled.