The Ballad Of Love

She danced to

As she refused to fall

In no arms

With steady feet

And glass slippers

That fit too perfectly

To fall for

Even the most

Worthy of suitors.

The ballad of love

And the first dance

That she danced to

All alone

Never for a moment

Did the tune made her feel

Like it was

Meant for two.

And that’s how she made

Everyone in the gathering

Wonder why she danced alone.

Left them in awe

That a woman like her

Could dare move on a floor

That seemed like molten earth

And dance on the same

Like she was a Wild Fire

That burnt down everything

That stopped her way.

You see,

If you look closer.

How scared was the wild fire,

of anything that burnt

strong enough 

to overpower it's light,

For the fear of the grief

That follows the joys of attachment

Is too much

And might put the fire out.

Why’d she risk

Falling in love

When she is unsure

That the clouds she pursue

Will be the one

That pour down the heaven on her.

Why'd you risk

chasing the skies

when nobody really knows

who owns the infinite.

So the ballad of love,

Surely meant for two.

She knows that for real,

But she knows better than just that.

For she cannot twirl

To a name

That may just be

Another one

Who could find something

Not worthy to love in her.

So the ballad of love,

Stays unwritten

Incomplete

Till the next chapter unfolds.