Leon de Leeuw
Dark Spanish eyes
She dances, gently touching the floor with her shoes Floating above it, forgetting about gravity
The dark eyes, deep and sparkling Reflecting as mirrors, the light of a thousand candles
With confidence, power and balance of movements Some soft silky fragrance, gentle as a summer breeze
She gives the same feeling as a magnificent sound Violinists striking the same chord in front of a crowd
I pretended not to watch but I was so aware Until she turned to me with some intense stare
I looked right away with some sense of regret But she kept on dancing and nothing was said
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