HER BEAUTIFUL EYES CLOSED, HER DARK HAIR
LIKE THE DARKEST NIGHT, DRAPED LIKE SILK
OVER HER BARE SHOULDERS.

SHE DANCED;
LIKE A COOL BREEZE
ON A WARM DAY,
LIKE THE SOFT GLOWING EMBERS
OF A GENTLE DECEMBER FIRE.

HER LIPS
PARTED INTO A SHY SMILE,
HER TINY FEET
BARELY TOUCHING THE FLOOR;
THE MUSIC SHE HEARD
WITHIN HER,
A MAGICAL SYMPHONY, ORCHESTRATED
BY THE UNIVERSE ITSELF.

THE NIGHT SHE DANCED
THE STARS SHONE BRIGHTER AND SOMEPLACE FAR AWAY,
HIS LOVE FOR HER
BURNED STRONGER.


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