"Forgive me."
For I do not dance in spirals with elegance and grace.
It's quite insulting to see me do so.
But if you ask me why I do it,
I'll say "It is because I love it."
And I'll whisper "because I do it for you."
So forgive me.
For I do not swing my arms and move my feet in tandem,
and I flap around like a broken winged bird waiting to fly.
Because I believe that you will one day beckon the winds to lift me up.
I have faith for I dance with persistence and resilience, if not grace and elegance.
I lack one thing, but make up for it with another, so please let that be plenty, let that be enough.
I pause...
I take a step forward...
"Forgive me.
For I am not like the graceful."
Love me.
For I am desperate.