The very first time I saw you,
I knew that you were special;
I tried to search for any clue,
Why your existence seems so vital.
While my heart somersaults in frenzy;
You gaze as if you're about to tell a story,
Everything stops—your moves brought glory.
You move like a wind without content:
How can I know the reason and the intent?
Mr. Graceful you surely make my heart vent.
That there will be magic in every steps and whirl;
I felt something that you'll never learn in school,
Could this be love?—Now I sound like a fool.
Is someone you surely can't despise,
His moves was a mixture of cries and surprise,
Mr. Graceful—My Love, I hope one day I can capture your eyes.
“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost.” ― Martha Graham
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*** TODAY'S PROMPT: GRACEFUL
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