The music of the crescendo plays so sweet
As she moves across the floor so gracefully
To a soothing gentle blossoming beat
Her motion paints pictures of love lost painfully
He’s just a prop to accompany in the duet
A place of joy and pride stretched arms to catch
Her sculpted body soars completes the silhouette
His hard body throws her carefully arms stretch
With poise she dances a story breath taking
Of beauteous mankind imagined long ago
The experience like life in the making
She keeps her part with satisfaction known
She dances on a stage for all to see her
The dance she was created for to dance
A lifetime of work for this one moment’s history
Makes everything she gave up worth this one chance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem