Dancer

Dancer I stare at you so intently your image is burned into my eyes.

Dancer I have studied your every form and move.

Dancer I have memorized your stance.

Dancer I know every move before you move.

Dancer I am in fact infatuated by your beauty, and the way you carry.

Dancer I admire everything about you.

Dancer When you are gone I cannot put you out of my mind.

Dancer I know it is trivial but you are my obsession.

There are things I do places I go just because of you.

Just because of you I have changed my very stance.

Just because of you I have risked everything to gain your hand.

I thrust my arm in the out to make you notice my existence.

I request a dance with you and you turn me down.

Silly boy that I am!

How could I think that someone like you would want something as pitiful as me.

To your credit.

You say Hello, you say goodbye, and you appear to notice my efforts.

Yet I am passed up.

I feel like I am chasing the wind.

You are a child.

You know not what you want!

You are still looking at what is the now rather than the then.

I stand here dumbfounded at your naivety.

You cannot possibly be that unaware of my feelings.

Is it all lies?

Have you told me what I want to make me happy?

Is it in fact that you do not know what you want?

I know for what I dance.

I can admit when my dance is not completed.

In this dance that we dance, both must end the dance together.

Can you be honest Dancer?

Dancer oh Dancer if this is not the floor for you then you may leave.

My infatuation and watchful eyes are nothing, if you do not return the gaze.

Leave now be free to dance the floor of another!

Know this Dancer; that this is more loving than asking you to remain.

For true love is willing to lose something as beautiful as you.

So that you Dancer will be truly happy.

Dance on Dancer.

  Depart with my love.