Such grace!

Much talent belies that beautiful face

Gradiose leaps and elegant twirls

His flexibility matches that of a girl

He dances as if he were born on ice

How could flawless perfection not be a guise?

Movements and music become one

His radiant aura rivals that of the sun

Spinning faster, faster, faster

Unraveling slower, slower, slower

Now time for the grand finale

He leaps and spins once... twice... thrice!

Before finishing with a flamboyant pose

The ice is kissed with numerous red roses

With a vibrant grin full of youthful energy

He returns to the stands, heart full of glee

The artist turns briefly to flash a smile at me

But how could my mediocrity

Ever compare to his icy divinity?