Dancing is in my blood.

When I am dancing

I see only you

watching me from afar

Eyeing my every move

Willing me upon my toes

Giving me the best you have

Breathing life into the dance

Smiling face, waiting and watching

Knowing all that I am

I owe to my angel friend

Speaking of you

My beloved teacher

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  • thresiapaulose on Jun 13, 2011

    Thank you Shirley for this dancing picture and words.

  • Ruby Hawk on Jun 14, 2011

    What a very nice poem. I admire dancers, so much work goes into it.

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