She dances with an eliquoent grace
She steps with an ease in her pace

With the leap in the air she flys way on high
Just to land right down from the pale, blue sky

The lights glitter and gleam
While on her face, her smile beams

Watching her dance
Leaves me in a never-ending trace

With a prance and twirl
Her dress flutters and flurls

She loves to dance. We can plainly see
But will she fall for a guys like me?

I do not know how to dance
Im clumsly and i do not prance

Her beauty is none to compair
Just like her long, dark ,course hair

Her dance is finishing. i must go
For me i do not know

If she'll like whom i be
What if she does? but that dream i can't see.

With the finishing pose
Then begans the throwing of the rose

[This message has been edited by Falling rain (02-22-2008 06:50 PM).]

"Be Strong and Always Remember what made you you." Earl

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(Yes I am crazy)

~Zach~