Perfection under the lights

Running through all our minds,

She spins again in time to

My love's accompaniment.

By the vast in-between sun and moon,

The crowd applauds for only two.

Our arms fly,

My soul splits in half.

I'm turning the pride towards the pain.

But they continue with the beauty

Of a million ballets.

They turn it back and smile at me

As if I've done it right.

There is nothing more undeserving

Than I am of them.