Love ain’t just a four lettered word Each speck of ink hand in hand like intertwined fingers Like the swift but subtle movements of a ballerina, Her hands, like braille for blind And sign for the deaf and dumb She writes the letter L Beauty and grace she recites As her satin feet traces the floor, an O A delicate effort on water, Repercussions around the O. Passion is her spotlight, Silently Fluttering. Demandingly Felt. She pirouettes And now a V, we get. She soars high off the ballet ground; A dandelion waiting to liberate away She lands on her pointy toes, As she bows down humbly, Ecstatic with an E. - My heartbeat echoes