"Take Me Dancing." A Companion Poem to "Dance with Me."

The memory of the girl in the glade
Is not one that shimmers and fades
In a cotton dress, in bare feet, the little girl
Dancing in the summer grass, she twirls.

She’d become the scarred and reluctant heart
Who questioned You at the very start,
Now she remembers blowing those kisses
Because it is You her heart misses.

This time, she comes to You, offering her hand,
And it's not like anything she had ever planned.
But she comes to seek You, ready and expectant,
And there is no fear of being assumed petulant.

Her fingers are taken, laced in between Yours,
And inside her heart, her soul soars.
And she whispers, her eyes without fear,
"Take me dancing," just for Your ears.

Hands clasped together, hand at her waist
The embrace of the dancers, properly placed.
Safe and secure, willingly in her lovers arms
As it always should be: guarded from harm.

They dance together, uncaring of who sees,
Today is the Day; they do as they please.
He is the One-Who-Fought, the One-Who-Waited
And she was the one His Father had fated.

As they dance together under Heaven’s eyes,
"Don't let me go," she quietly sighs.
"There will never be a need," is His reply.
They celebrate their victory under sunless skies.