She dances with the pen

Dipped in bloody ink, so the page shows footsteps of a sacred soul

Her dress flows in the wind

Beautiful and Elegant

Miss-understood to the world

But her man sees the perfect picture

Not just a silhouette in the foreground

But he sees the prelude to the a pure painting of life

Vincent Von Gogh would stop, stand and stare at

The Mona Lisa would smile with the Gods as they watch this enchantress dance

Dancing souls, Never fools

He will write of her beauty in sonnets, odes, and poems

and Never let go

He will prove this, In every waking moment

He will prove this, in every waking moment. Fore evermore

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