Some words flow out naturally, some need to be pushed and forced,
Sometimes I'm in the mood for poetry, other times I have to be coerced.
The feelings sometimes are strong enough, they won't just subside or hide,
On other times I rely on my craft, taking readers for a ride.
Some movements grace her naturally, some are awkward and fall flat,
At times she dances consciously, at other times she's a nimble cat.
The energy bursting forth in her, has to find an outlet in dance,
Even when she's sad and crying, she likes to smile and feign romance.
Some songs get stuck as an ear-worm, for some you develop taste,
Sometimes you like to hum a tune, other times singing seems like a waste.
Not able to rein in your happiness, you burst out in a song,
On other times, the melody haunts, the song goes on for too long.
My poems are a bit mischievous, painting a picture of idyllic romance,
At the end you are left wondering, what was this about, why this song and dance?
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