The Dance

They dance the dance.
It is new to them,
But others have danced it before
And others will dance it after.

The dance of courtship.

This time, it is different
It is special,
Because they are the actors.
And this is the first time.

Each thinks the other too good for them
Neither can believe their luck

They talk for hours on end
and sometimes say
The exact same thing
at the exact same time.

Neither likes to be complimented,
Yet each compliments the other
And so begins this really cute
dance-within-a-dance
The dance of self-deprecation
where each will
refuse compliments,
insisting that they're not really
as good
as the other might think them

If only they knew
how perfect they are
for each other.