She dances far beyond my lonely reach.
Her naked body taunting me tonight.
Her honeyed lips and sparkling eyes beseech,
To lose myself within her arms' delight

Seducing me each time she parts her lips,
With beauty's promise ripe before my eyes.
Now closer still, each swivel of her hips
Reminds me of the passion in her sighs.

A precious gem who I will never hold.
But nonetheless, I weekly come to see.
For neither gifts of flowers nor of gold
Will ever bring the dancer home with me.

If Summer's touch could last the whole year through
I'd give up winter, spring, and fall for you.