The Ballerina’s Lover

One, two, three, four.

I hear the band play notes within the score.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Not a moment too soon. Not a moment too late.

One, two, three, four.

My pink toes are dancing upon the stage floor.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Up here on the stage, I feel great.

One, two, three, four.

Pink, graceful swans frolicking. Motions galore!

Five, six, seven, eight.

In the crowd, I lock eyes with those of my mate.

One...two...three...four…

My heart, I can feel it beating no more.

Five...six...seven...eight…

Perhaps this is but my twisted fate.

One.

The recital is done.

Two.

I trip over my shoe.

Three.

I fall on my knee.

Four.

I burst out the door.

Five.

I am hardly alive.

Six.

My insides feel mixed.

Seven.

I think I see heaven.

Eight.

Rapidly fast is my heart rate.

He’s here.

Like a surprise

Standing right before my eyes

Was him.

He walked up to me

In hopes that I would not flee

And he said,

“There’s only ONE way

TWO say

THREE words

FOUR you.”

He pulled me close

Then closer, closer

‘Til our lips touched

And he said,

“I love you.”