The Dancer

Her body moves with a fluid, graceful movement to the music,
She spins, dips, and leaps with a faith that she will always land on her feet.

She shows her heart,
She bares her soul,
She gives a piece of herself with each dance.

She is captivating. With each move, she demands the attention of every eye.
She speaks to me in a way no one else ever has, and no one else can.
The music is her motivation, her body is the tool, her movements are her words, and she speaks only for me.
She speaks only to me.

I watch her when she thinks no one else is there.
When she thinks she is alone.

She has never seen me.
She doesn't notice my eyes on her.
She never will know how much I love her.


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