My Freedom, Mon Amor
“Tip-tap
Tip-tap,
One-Two
One-Two,”
I repeat.
“One-step
One-step,
One-Two
Two-Three,”
He whispers.
I falter,
I sway,
I trip,
I bumble.
I leap,
I soar,
I fly,
I descend.
“My love,
My love,”
I call.
“My dove,
You okay?”
He asks.
“My darling,
Never better,”
I reply.
For I am yours,
Mon amor.
