I don’t know the steps
to this tortuous dance.
Those strange complex moves,
that make up romance.
When I want to waltz,
your trying to swing.
So I change my steps,
I’ve not learned a thing.
I’m still dancing wrong,
I cant find the beat,
Its useless to try,
with these two left feet.
They should make a book
for us men to read.
“The Rules Of Romance“,
they should, yes indeed.
I just wish to please you,
your love I desire,
To capture your heart,
and set it afire.
Will you find the time,
and give me a chance,
Teach all the right moves,
to this tortuous dance.