I was late, my thoughts skipped my mind,
Between the steps, my feet left behind.
I stumbled across a voice so soothing,
In my heart, a new passion was blooming.
I followed the melody, dancing along,
Listening to the music, feeling the song.
There she was, so sweet and proud,
I clapped my hands, strong and loud.
Too stunned to speak or meet her sight,
Just enjoying the show, sensing her light.
The poet wrote; she breathed the life—
If verses were to bleed, she was the knife.
She expressed the lyrics, she took the dive,
For the audience, the classroom felt alive.
She became my muse, my inspiration,
I started singing purely in her infatuation.