Softly, gracefully, yet forcefully across the stage
Your eyes move with her, darting over her frame.
You long to embrace her, sweep her into your world
During that very moment when all eyes are on her.
She encapsulates all that is beauty, all that is woman,
Yet for her love, your heart must always share that stage.
The dance will forever be her first and one true love,
You watching from the shadows, wondering always
If she loves you so very much as she loves the dance.
All of your strength you must muster, my friend,
For know it from one who has lost this very battle,
To be loved by the dancer is to be loved less than the dance.
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