When we sat and talked,
I looked into your eyes and
saw them sparkle and gleam.
I asked God "Is she my fate or just a dream"?
Then you asked me to dance,
You took my hand and lead me to the dance floor.
I felt something, but like nothing
I had ever before.
As we danced our third slow dance,
Holding one another tight;
We both felt a bit of fright,
Even though we had just met that night;
We wondered, "could this be right"?
Then you asked to see me often and again,
Now let the dating and our lives begin.