Dining Room Dancing

With fearful steps I clumsily followed his lead in his attempt to teach me to lead.
standing lost and with a smile in my heart, he risks the safety of his feet as he dances with me.
it was in that moment that I realized I hadn't danced with anyone before...
I've danced with my family and my cousins.  At a wedding or quinceañera.
however, never in this context.
With the ending of each song I was relieved that it may be the last one.
It wasn't!
Just as I feel myself getting the steps to a rhythm, he changes them!
With a few quiet and whispered "ouch's" I try to pay better attention.
As he laid his head on my chest I could feel myself becoming more nervous,
more scared, more uncertainly, certain.
I've spent my days keeping him out in fear of my own safety.
For my own hearts sake.
With every wall I built, he knocks down with his kisses,
his glances and smiles.
Even though I tower over him, I bowed my head so that he could reach the top.
Showing him that I'm not afraid to bow to the gratitude of his presence and patience.
Trying everything within me to not let him see me cry for my own happiness.
Not to let him know he's winning the battle, but I'm quite well pleased.