There she sat for unending days
A vacant mournful mold
A radiant beauty in my eyes
With a story left untold

She grasped moments that she viewed
Of children playing outside
While she sat inside her only friend
The wheelchair she occupied

She longed to be a part of
Everything that she was seeing
To run and dance with others
Was just an image of her being

She was gorgeous to say the least
    An Angel ~ ~ in despair
That needed a chance to journey
Somewhere other than her chair

Introduced as just a "Smile”
Soon graduating to a "friend”
I was the recipient of her troubles
My heart was genuine

I desired to help her just as much
As her desire to be free
I told her that she soon would dance
Embraced by the arms of me

She blushed and shrugged at the thought
Knowing this could never be
For her legs were limp and tiny
A feature through destiny

I told her not to reject so fast
That there are many forms of dance
That angels get by with just their wings
So, she surely stood a chance

I lowered myself down to her chair
My arms enwrapped her waist
Raising her to my level
Where freedom was embraced


She was an angel ~now in flight
As my two feet, carried four
We rejoiced in every movement
That we danced across the floor

Like leaves blowing across the ground
We bounced, we meshed, we swayed
We both fulfilled a heartfelt desire
As our bodies entwined that day

She now was the view of envious eyes
A display of rhythmic light
Captivating her many admirers
By her illuminating sight

For I, she was what I always knew
Exquisiteness on reserve
Not shelled by grief no more
A beauty has emerged

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