She waltzes in, a vision of pride,
A creature of grace, with nothing to hide.
Her presence alone will brighten your face,
Her tenderness, beauty, a delicate embrace.
She moves with a power, a body of force,
But never be fooled by the path of her course—
For within her soft frame lies a strength untold,
A woman of wisdom, both fierce and bold.
With a wink of her eye, she can capture a man,
Yet a child sees the admiration she spans.
To women, a beacon, a model to follow,
A bird with wings, whose grace we borrow.
She halts the world in the midst of her stride,
And in her dance, the universe abides.
Who is this wonder, this breathtaking trance?
It is none other than the dancer’s dance.
With every turn, the room takes a breath,
Her movements a poem that conquers death.
In her silence, she speaks, a language of soul,
As the rhythm enfolds her, she becomes whole.
She’s the muse of the winds, the stars, and the sea,
A goddess of motion, untamed and free.
Her hands trace the air, painting worlds unseen,
Each step a story, majestic, serene.
To earth, she is tethered, yet light as a dream,
Dancing through realms like a glittering stream.
She glides through the night like a whispered wish,
A flame in the dark, a shimmering swish.
For those who behold her, time seems to freeze,
In the sway of her body, the heart finds its ease.
She bends without breaking, fierce yet refined,
Her dance is a freedom, a release of the mind.
The stars in the heavens may dazzle and gleam,
But none can outshine her luminous beam.
For she is a force, both gentle and grand,
The dancer, eternal, with the world in her hand.
