It all went far too quickly
We started our romance.
We went right for the Broadway stage
Before we learned to dance.
Naturally, we shared the fear
Of intimate intimacy,
And scared to stay while loath to part,
We both longed to be free.
Ah, me! Well, now we're separate,
To see how we might feel.
And then perhaps we'll try again.
Our love, I think, is real.
But this time we'll go slow and ask,
Before we head for bed,
If we might try some artful grace
And dance awhile instead.