When we danced, the flutter of my dress in the wind was a swoosh, swoosh...
Somehow when you turned me, I was stable, even as I lost my bearings
I thought this is what it is to fly
Wings on the wind. Up and over the wind puffs
Suddenly I was scooped back on solid ground. Wrapped warmly in your stable arms, yet moving still, always moving
The fluttering that rose from my throat - the chills down my back
The gentle swaying - leg over leg, arm over arm, up and over
We were on cobblestones
She was singing the deep aria of love lost, of passions, of mystery
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