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