Me...and you

This dance that we dance,
These steps that we take,
The intricate moves we make...
What do they all mean?

You take my hand,
Guide my steps into a tango,
Dip me then stare into my eyes.
Then, just like that you let me fall...

I stand up and run to you,
Like a pro, you lift me up,
And once again, my dear,
Me and you are soaring high.

Grab and hold,
Spinning me out of control,
Like a dance to the death,
But still, firm to your arms i hold.

A pirouett here, a spin right there,
A touch of your hand on mine,
A look that drowns out all doubt,
Then you cast me away from you.

I dance this dance with you, my dear,
Always hopeful that you will hold me near,
But when the music dies, you are gone..
No dance, just echoes, on my own...