He was a masterpiece,
A dancer.

His movements created mists around me,
Enveloping me in a canvas of euphory.
I didn't need a ring upon my finger
For he gave me a veil with his dance.

He danced across broken ridges,
Jumped across broken bridges,
Lived asleep in his dreams
And dreamt awake of his life.

He was a masterpiece,
A dancer.

He didn't have legs,
But he didn't need them.

For he gave me everything with his dance.