You flood me in with pure delight,
a marathon of emotions overtakes my heart,
racing to spill and be papered.
And now it's here and let me ink,
this beautiful writ is my felicity, forever will be cherished, brimming my chest with fueled desire to leap, to jump, to fly and to swing my arm to left and right to give God thanks will all my might.
Ballerina of the King