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My dancing paramour

It's a holiday in Corfu
When her arms encircle me.
And the pulsing of her bloodstream
Sending trembles through my flesh,

She's perfection most complete.

There's a pause, I see her smiling
With a twisting of her head,
Like a virtuoso's oboe
in an Albinoni piece,

She's perfection most complete. 

Are my paramour's dreams singing,
Are they sketching far away,
Does she know that with her glances 
She's a poet so replete,

She's perfection most complete.

Beauty spreads across her visage
When I praise her subtle grace
Being all she'll ever ask for
Words comprising treasured worth.

She's perfection most complete.

That's her smiling face that's pressing
In my shoulder, needing me,
As she trusts I'll always be there
Sharing strength to fill our hearts.

She's perfection most complete.

Tiny dancer, little prancer,
Spinning all around our world,
Here among the blossoms bursting
From a cherished state of grace,

She's perfection most complete.

Like a jewel that's ever gleaming,
Sparkling gem, my diadem,
She has crowned me with her presence,
Rules me with her majesty,

She's perfection most complete. 

Aging both of us together,
Sharing lives that will not end,
Looking forward to tomorrow,
Is this not the way to live?

She's perfection most complete.

 

 

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