Come dance let us dance with us señorita ,

let us dance our worries away ,

let us be free señorita ,

with your swirling gown ,

of many colors ,

and my tux of black and white ,

let us dance señorita ,

in the moonlight ,

come señorita ,

with your eyes that shine bright,

come take my hand ,

and dance with me ,

and let us dance our worries away .

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I hope you enjoyed my little poem ! It's about Italy ... Kinda ... Okay , so like Italy likes a girl and writes her this ! Yeah , that's it , okay ! That's not it ! I just wrote it in my sketch book one day ! And I was like : oh my gosh for some reason I'm reminded of Italy ! And then it just like happened ... I think Italy would say something like this if he ever met a girl on the dance floor who was crying , and would try to comfort her... Oh! I new story idea ! I can't wait to post it ! I can't wait ! Oh my gosh ! It'll be so romantic ! Oh . My. Gosh. I can't. . . Okay ! Please review !