the prancer

A boy prances on the theatre stage

His pirouettes piqued my next mind's page

His pretty face sets my eyes to him

It takes such might to unglue them

 

He turns, and twists and jumps so high

At moment's notice I begin to cry

And watch him, closely, I am still

Feeling strongly as my heart fills

 

With love and kind, joy and heart

I'd never known such an art

To see it more I wished so strongly

I said, oh now, I belong to thee

 

The art he shows

The way he'll prance

When all he knows

Is the way of dance

 

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