Mon Danseur, Elle Danse


Like the summer winds, she takes it from my lungs, my lover spins
A grace about her step, a bounce about her hair across the neck

Lest the moments I've to spare, adoring gazes I compare
Adrift amid the fluid air, she takes me by this long and steady stare

Spent reflections neglect her timely beauty
No different now, no different then.
Mon Danseur, l'elegance you carry ever loosely

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