Valentine's Day, 1995 (1995)

Am I still in love with you? Yes, I am.
Do you hear the song they are playing? Yes.
Can those dancers be us? Yes, I believe.

We may move from the dance-floor and apart
When the music stops, but when it begins again,
As it always does, we will, magnetized people,
Immediately, laughing over our shoulders,
Be drawn down the aisles to the formal space
Where dancing takes place and you slide your hand
In mine.

Which is enough, I think, to guide
Me through; the music starts and our feet begin
The carry and our hearts press again against
Each other and across the floor we go. Partner.

In me are the dances of ten and a half years
In a thousand different places and times.
Memory trembles, then lifts me upward and
Forward in the comfort of well-learnt lines.

This dance has its own pattern, as they all do.
You smile at me through the tricky turns, through
The thickets of twirling tuxedos and formal dresses,
The straight-away past the bandstand and the band,
Valentine's Orchestra, and Valentine himself, beaming.

The song they are playing, the song that is my song,
Is the song that I am happy to dance to forever;
There Is Nobody Else But You.

You make me cry -
You make me sigh,
You make me strong -
You carry me along,
You turn me upside down -
You turn me right side up,
You make gray skies blue -
You improve any view; oh baby,
There Is Nobody Else But You.

Would you, please, dance with me again?