As strains of music faded, died. She moved as though a love denied. In such elegance as to stir my very soul. This Ballerina, in the starring role, Did snatch from me, A guarded, jealous heart, Unknowing, as she played her part. Unleashed my emotions (un-sedate). What dance could bring me to this state? Odette! This lithe and lissom Swan. Tchaikovsky, Stop! Get out. Be gone! This Prima. Syren, draws me to her shore. Powerless, in wonder. Awe. I looked away and took my leave. Allowed my stolen heart to grieve. For she had plucked it from my brest, It now resides at her behest. A token, of a broken man. Pray tell me, Does she give a damn?Birth sign: Gemini
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