Wedding readings for dancers and couples who love a boogie!

I absolutely LOVE a dance and once you get me on that dance floor, I'm not coming off. If you're like me and love moving your body, these poems might resonate with you and could work well for your wedding!

The Dance by Neil Bowers

The Dance by Neal Bowers

We met because we couldn’t dance

but shuffled on the sidelines

where the second-stringers sat

through season after season

studying the bright hardwood

between their feet.

Out on the floor

their agile friends and ours

made moves almost beyond belief–

like making love, we thought,

and practiced in our minds

the moves our limbs could never learn.

On that dim-lit periphery

where time is always out

we had our own eternity

to get it right and found

in our two tuneless hearts

a common beat.

I think of this

years later as we fold the sheets,

matching seams and corners,

coming closer with each fold

like graceful ballroom dancers,

mindless of our feet.

On the dance floor by Yusuf Ali

[NB. I actually edited this one so it was less rhyme-y. Find the original here]

It is your beauty that kills,

I can't explain how I feel.

It is stored in my memories,

My mind and heart are making deals.

Please standby and listen,

Let me tell you one thing.

Girl, I go crazy,

When you appear in my dreams.

Join me on the dance floor,

Do steps that we never did before.

Forgot all of our pain,

Act on our feelings.

With each crisp step on the floor,

My heart desires more.

As the twilight embraces,

Our souls swirl.

Writing our tale of love,

On the paper of the dance floor,

The youthfulness of our hearts is restored.

Each movement reminds me,

The cherished years we have shared.

Sands of time changed everything around us,

But we still have our love.

A Dance by Colin Wicker

A good relationship is something like a dance – built on the same rules. Partners in a dance do not need to hold on tightly, because they move in the same patterns, confident in each other. To touch heavily would be to arrest the pattern and freeze the movement – to check if not to stop the beauty of its unfolding. There is no place here for the possessive clutch, the clinging arm, the heavy hand. Only the barest touch in passing is sufficient to carry the deepest wealth of meaning. Now arm-in-arm, now face-to-face, now back-to-back – it doesn’t matter which. As dancers, they know they are partners responding to the same rhythm, creating a pattern together and being invisibly nourished by it. The joy of such a dance is not only the joy of creation: it is also the joy of living in, and for, the moment. The joy of knowing that lightness of touch and life itself are inter-twined.