He takes her arm and guides her to the door, “I live ten minutes from here. So will you be my partner tonight?”<br/><br/><em><strong>Black and gray</strong><br/>Black and Gray sometimes don't mix; they run in circles and play tricks. <br/>To the eye, the hart, and mind.<br/>We see the truth in both but who know where each begins and ends.<br/>It’s hard to find.<br/>Aloness is the Gray, and it's sadness shrinks from the light.<br/>And Blackness will blind the mind and leave no hope in kind.<br/>Together with they will send a shadowy sadness across the land.<br/>To unkind<br/>Just one human hart can't stand these of shadows if alone.<br/>It hungers for another to make a stand.<br/>So hard to find.<br/>So it dances a weaving step, a folk song, a waltz, or a tap.<br/>An attempt to attract a beating other, a partner in step. <br/>It does it blind.<br/>And if by luck will bring the hart another to the dance.<br/>Gray and Black will wilt and fade away.<br/>How love will bind, and leave them in a trance.</em>