The Beautiful Ballerina! Poem by Denis Martindale

A friend of mine suggested we attend a dance he'd seen,
I sat, impressed by scenery, beyond that wasn't keen…
But then, a vision walked on stage and thus began her dance,
So flexible at her young age, with skills that could entrance…
The music blossomed like a rose, unfolding, yielding still,
Sometimes to pause, to let her pose, then faster, meant to thrill…
Now captivated by true love, no other thoughts to think,
I merely gazed at her above, not wishing now to blink…

And suddenly, she looked below, directly at my face,
As if the only man to know who welcomed her embrace…
And while not part of what to do, she smiled for me alone,
As if to say, ‘I love you, too…' and thus, my heart to own…
I waited when her dance was done… Backstage, that's where we met,
With no doubts left, not one, not one, our destinies were set…
We dated often, till the time I went and bought a ring,
Because, to me, she's quite sublime… In fact, she's everything!


Denis Martindale June 2017.