My love a testament to your beauty,
my devotion a wittness to your grace.
Such care is not perverted with desire,
I dare not invade your soveriegn soul
without permission of your royal lips.
Not your beauty but your virtue,
Not your allegro but your rhythm,
as we dance the reterate dance, we
tango with time, perfectly in balance.
What instrument and what musican
does play to keep us in steady motion?
bound by hand, step in-time with step;
born of spirit, we wonder with the wind.
Born of spirit, we dance where we will.