she wore a crown of laurels on her head and in the art of dancing, it was said that she was the distinct superior A living muse has danced into my heart. Her name bears laurels rather than her head. She wears a crown of gold (or sometimes red) o'er face that is my favorite work of art. This woman has become my inspiration. My every thought's conditioned on her smile. She's drawn a finer vintage from my soul. I sing and dance at any provocation. Our facets complement each other's style. Together we compose a greater whole. |