Although she has stolen my attention
I am full of fear and hesitate
I wonder how many have come before,
how many have succeeded, how many have failed and will I?
her curves are full of anxiety and tension
but her face is cool and smooth
She does not look at me, she see's right through me
her look is intimidating, but inviting
and though I know better, I accept
I'm afraid, but we dance
I know right where to put my trembling hands
I know right where to put my stuttering feet
these moves are no stranger to me
but perhaps they are to her
out of reach, she keeps from my hands, teasing me
I am moving to fast or the rhythm is too slow
her dance is strange and pretentious
don't look down, your feet will falter
don't look up, your head will spin
you only need to see as far as your hands can reach
you only need to think one step ahead
I try to hold onto her, but she does not hold on to me
she is temperamental and callous
when I fall, she is arrogant,
my excuses fall dead long before they reach sympathetic ears
she does not help me up
in her silence she only tells me what I do not care to hear
she is out of my league, that I am not for her, nor ever will be
with scuffed knees and bitter hands I wonder what went wrong
not to be discouraged I take the lead, this dance is not over
I will fall and fall again, and she will laugh and laugh again
she is mistaken though
it is not her that I love,
it is the dance
she has it wrong, she is not out of my league,
for it is her who will soon be out of mine
and when I do finish this dance
I will look down on her and she will know
even if I only finish this once
my mistakes have been forgotten but my success will not

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