Tonight we walk onto a well wore hardwood floor–worn from years of tap, soft shoe, twirl, jump, and slide.  The room is warmly lit and as we walk to the floor’s center, the unmistakable melody of a Tango fills the space.  Though you, in reality or dream, could easily move through each romantic step and movement, I am somehow able to lead you perfectly as the dance progresses.  At times our bodies touch as I pull you close and at other moments we part as the rhythms of piano and violin carry us forward.  When we began, the room was small and empty and our dress casual, but as we proceed in our exquisite motion we see that we are now surrounded by men and women in formal attire all smiling warmly, celebrating our efforts.  Without breaking the lovely flow of our steps, I pull a rose from a vase and turn to see you in an incredible deep red gown, which pairs handsomely with the jet black tuxedo I now wear.  As I pull you across the surface, flower clinched between teeth, in that famous passionate move, our hearts race with exhilaration.  We finish in tight embrace and hold a deep heartfelt kiss as the ballroom erupts in applause.  I look into your eyes and find the love you see in mine.