Her hips carry her softly,

Half a smile lights her face,

With ease in her movement

And an elegant grace.

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But, my eyes always seem

But, a moment too late,

Mesmerised by each motion

As if frozen I wait.

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Transfixed by the beauty,

That was once there now gone.

I glimpse for a heart beat,

The inspiration to follow on.

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Feel the ashes through my hand,

Left by the fire in her eyes

Chasing melancholy or ecstasy

It just feels like i might die.

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When she stops I can breathe.

When she wanders, I wonder,

She seem so impossible,

So why do i only grow fonder?

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