How beautiful it must be to move.
How wonderful it must feel when your heart skips miles around the girl with the gorgeous smile.
Oh, what a precious gift this thing you call love.
But she can’t pick her feet up off the ground.
Her body won’t even let her turn around.
She can only hold on to what she knows.
She can only reach out to things; she can never keep hold.
You want her to understand things she cannot grasp.
But too much time has elapsed for her to believe in the truth.
Words have no meaning to her now; they must have proof.
And though I know you wish to see her dance, you must give this stillness a chance.
Hold her face in your hands.
Trace for her a smile, but make no demands.
Place your thumbs at her temples and slowly close her eyes.
Keep her dreaming for her imagination is the only place where she can picture leaving with you.
Listen close to her breathing and you might hear a hop or a leap, maybe even two.
Draw then those thoughts with the tips of your fingers down the veins in her arms.
Help her remember that her blood flows all the way to the ends of her toes.
Watch as they tingle then twitch and know that it was thoughts of you that made her body move, if only an inch.
And before disappointment sets in remember that you can expect no more from the girl with the gorgeous smile because an inch for her is more than a mile.
It might take her a while, but one day those feet will uproot and her arms will sway back and forth with the wind.
This is the calm before the storm.
She needs the stillness before your dance can begin.
Time is merely holding your heart until it is ready to perform they way it once knew.
Waiting to send you running miles with the girl’s gorgeous smile.
Then your hearts will skip together in love, the perfect dance of two.