The Dance unto his Heart

A hired vile assassin, spotted his assigned target
She was alone in the woods, she wasn't much of a hard hit

As her sweet music played, so elegantly she danced
He watched her with awe, in a momentary trance

She swayed to the music, gentle steps with such grace
He watched from the bushes, with his weapon in place

An unknown desire bloomed, as she waltzed upon his heart
He couldn't even look away, she was such a work of art

Her eyes shone like gems and her smile lit up his world
She moved around with passion, across him she spun and twirled

He'd come out here to kill her, stone-hearted and cold
But when he saw her out there, he lost all control

But he had a job to finish, and he couldn't let them down
So he buried his heart and shot her, as she fell to the ground

It killed him on the inside, he shed a tear as she bled
"Its nothing personal dear, just profession" he said.