Me: You are dancing again.
Me: Have you missed it?
Muse: The dancing?
Me: Yes, the dancing.
Muse: Yes, but I have missed other things more.
Me: Really? What?
Muse: I have missed the attentive look on your face as you treasure me.
Me: Treasure you? That is a bit assumptive of you.
Muse: Perhaps, but I see it tonight in your eyes.
Me: You annoy me sometimes with you self assurance.
Muse: I'm not so assured, so confident about most things. But, I know you.
Me: Indeed you do.
Muse: Dance with me.
Me: I already am.
Muse: Do you love me?
Muse: I'm glad.
Me: So am I, eventhough it keeps me forever troubled.
Me: Perhaps unsettled would be a better word.
Muse: If you were not unsettled by me, you would be worthless, you know.
Me: Yes, and sometimes I get tired of the desire, the longing, the...
Me: You make me smile.
Muse: I make you laugh.
Me: And dance.
Muse: I dance for you.
Me: Thank you.
Muse: You make me laugh.
Me: I know. I know. Shut up and dance.