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