come ballroom dancing with me.
spend hours putting on makeup,
and more picking out the right dress,
while i try my best to look good,
or atleast as good as on our wedding night.

the tiled floors hazily reflecting dancers,
the ornate chandeliers showering us with glowing light,
and music playing that was made by men long dead.
won't you join me, even if neither of us can dance?
if only for a brief moment of romance at its pinnacle?

the facade we construct for the evening,
gives me a sense of satisfaction and glee.
i know when we return home, and undress,
and you wipe off your makeup and take off your jewelry,
you will still be the same woman,
that i just went ballroom dancing with.