Your Love’s Return

When she develops a routine
She’ll stop for nothing
Hours passing with only pausing briefly
Her method to add a few movements
Think and retrace them
Then run through again
Faster and more fluid
Until she can tear through them
Like a lover running to embrace
Her single desire
Perfect flow of her creation
Every day an uphill battle she attacks
As if she were running it down
The reflection of dedication
In mirrors wall-to-wall
Finally resting
Never thrilled with a routine
But leaving more for tomorrow
Knowing that night she’ll dream
Uneasily in an empty bed
For her dedication to the dance