In addition to writing songs I can’t sing, I am a terrible dancer. I wrote this song after the opportunity of a lifetime, my niece’s wedding on a boat cruising New York Harbor. With a spectacular jazz band and the stars above, my game did not rise to the occasion. To put it another way, my bad dancing did not disappoint. I used to play in a wedding band and I saw thousands of variants of the Dance of Love. My favorite was a couple who stood inches apart, his hands resting on her waist or perhaps upper buttock, never moving, her arms draped around his neck, her eyes staring into his. Their steps were so small they were close to standing still in place, but during a long song they made just one or two rotations. Yet I never saw more love in any dance.
This dance has no name
Cause it's never the same
It's my dance of love
A stumble, a stroll
Your toes take a toll
In my dance of love
I dance with you I feel like Fred Astaire
Or Gene Kelly floating through the air
I’ll hold you soft as a glass of wine
I’ll hold you tight so you know you’re mine
I’ll hold you here, I’ll hold you there
I'll nestle my face deep in your hair
This dance has no name
Cause it's never the same
It's my dance of love
A stumble, a stroll
Just watch that pot hole
In my dance of love
They can samba and they all can swing
They can fox trot but that’s not my thing
Someday I’ll learn if you insist
Whatever you ask I can’t resist
As long as I’m close, close to your ear
I’ll whisper my words and make my love clear
That’s my dance of love
If you turn off the music I won’t mind
The rhythm of my heart is well defined
It tells me to turn you like this
It tells me its time for a kiss
Soft and sweet
Then repeat after me
You’re not ready you love to feel free
Not ready to dance the long program with me
Joe can samba your night away
And Jim will swing you and YMCA
They can dance you off your feet
But your heart and your soul
Won’t miss a beat
Until you come back and ask
What was that dance
This dance has no name
Cause it's never the same
It's my dance of love
A stumble, a stroll
Just watch that pot hole
In my dance of love
I’m so high on you
All my words will ring true
That’s my dance of love
