The Dance of Love
I learned the Dance of Love
From a one legged Greek
Who taught me her language
So she and I could speak.
She taught me all the steps
Both medium fast and slow.
She thought how to vary pace
Was a proper thing to know.
She taught me differing rhythms,
She taught me differing styles,
She taught me the Dance of Love
Was a thing of joy and smiles.
We practiced every morning
From the break of dawn’s light
Then perfected our steps
Throughout the following night.
Such a passionate teacher
Was my one legged Greek
She taught me to perfection
In the period of one week..
I took another month to polish
To hone, sharpen and refine
To a state of near perfection
Those acquired skills of mine.
I went out into the world
And at every chance
I passed on the skills
Of my favourite dance.
I learned the Dance of Love
From a one legged Greek
Who taught me her language
So she and I could speak
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