I
Far from my sight i saw a figure,
Eight it was not one.
Closer i moved,
Moving my pace towards her ways.
II
Her smile she passed,
Soon we engaged in words,
Time ticked,, we are on the dance floor,
Moving and rocking me all sonorously,
Like the breeze of a strong wind.
III
She swaved and touched,
Yet her hands never stopped,
Her fingers i could...