Dancing Demands Perfection.
For as long as I know, dance has been my passion.
Swaying from left to right.
Pop and locking here and there.
Following the beat within my heart.
Whether it’s sadness, madness, or happiness.
Dance releases those emotions.
When I’m dancing, it’s my life that you’re seeing.
For the past year I’ve been dancing the Dance of Love.
Just like two beautiful doves gliding ever so gently across the sky.
I see you and I dancing that Dance of Love like those doves.
But like love itself so indescribable.
It demands perfection.
Not by the audience.
But by the dancer.
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POSTED Saturday June 27th


