The Dancer of Atlanta
Dance #11
...and then I said
if I allow my mind to remember her face—her voice—her touch —I'm sure I won't stay sane.
But God, just one more dance with her before I let her go and I vow to never love again.
For as pure and as true and as deep as it runs, Your eye alone sees that this is a great and final love.
Please,
let the music play and let me dance with her one last time.
And I will take that single instant with her, in all the ages,
over a lifetime of never having known the pain of loving her.
Surely You, who moves mountains and paints the sky,
will not deny my heart.
My sorrow runs as water.
—The Dancer of Atlanta
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