They asked me who you were,
Who the “she” must be on the other side,
The one receiving my poetry;
I’m a professional dancer,
Avoiding names like uneven pavement,
Stepping sure to save grace.
We are a pirouette,
A spin move,
A side step for inquiring eyes.
You have in all ways been a sure shot.
Freeze held strong in my view.
Keep dancing love, I’ll continue to keep pace.