A step to lose the past,
A step to throw us off-guard.
The bright catalyst of the beautiful day,
The competition left scarred.
The beauty becomes stronger,
As the lines become more blurred.
Passion demanding,
To be seen, to be heard.
The joy in the beaming smile,
Hard to miss,
I promise you will not forget it,
The state of inadmissible bliss.
The clouds clear causing no harm,
There she sits upon her throne.
Unbothered and unphased,
Chatham’s Charm.
