Our Dance, Must End
The lead you own; your charge I accept
Your feet lithe, my eyes mesmerized
My joy suppressed, hope found
Your hand in mine, my dream alive.
Points important, the moment more
As you glide, my wonder is nourished
A spectator, a partner; my roles, both
Your delicate motions, I relish.
Each step an accomplishment known
The first twirl, my fear shown
The second, aggravation grown
The beginning forgotten, but procrastination key
As the dip is done, my body is numbed
The end of an assessment; the loss of your grasp.
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