When you stepped out of your room to join us, That small courage lit the night—I’m grateful for it still. We shared a quiet ride, like a shuttle toward the stars, And soon the club wrapped us in its neon glow. I slid my hand through your hair, And your eyes lit up with a soft, fearless love. Your beauty lived in your quiet courage— The kind that speaks without a sound. On our way home, our hands entwined, Our faces glowing in the passing streetlight shine. Like we had traveled across worlds to find each other, Stepping together into a place that felt brand new. When I heard your voice, something in me rose, And your laugh untangled every knot I kept inside. When our hands touched, the warmth carried the conversation for us, And I felt closer to you than words could ever say. I loved you from that very first glance. An imperfect, wildly passionate romance. There were times when we fought, and sparks turned into flames, But we always found our way back, the music calling our love home. We always drifted back to the dance floor, A little world carved out just for us. The way we looked at each other, the way our hands met— Every dance made us feel alive again. Forever feels real now that we’ve built a life together. As long as we’re dancing, the night belongs to us.
