Oh my lord are you sweet,
I imagine that you pirouette,
Swirling amongst the stars,
Moving with all grace refined.
Bowing low as you curtsey,
Something tender about you,
How you carry yourself posedly,
Checking and holding perfect pose.
Even the way you smile is lovely,
Well routined, but not false,
So definately not overdone.
I find my heart, hoping, longing,
To see you dance for me.
Physically you entrance me,
Emotionally you stir deep wells,
Where no movement played.
And I catch you looking now,
Knowing my thoughts would you,
Express your true passionate soul ?
Dancing is freedom for you,
Noticing you is freedom for me.
Leaping, floating, then Pas de deus,
How pretty you yet become.
Announcing to this world,
How very wonderful you are.
And I remain in awe,
Of your power yet delicateness.
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