I’d Rather Dance

If life is to be a road full of eggshells. I would much rather dance with you, my dear, than crush the shells alone. For either way, the shells will be broken no matter where I step, but with you in hand, with a spring in our step, maybe something can come from our journey along this shard strewn road; if not from the shells themselves, then perhaps between you and I.

Shall we...?