When He comes dancing back to Me

To love He who could not have me as his own but was twisted by his love to become the one whose twisting was used to oppress. To love each one whom he possessed thinking I was loving a person rather than the one whose presence is what drew me to them, allowed me to believe I loved them. To have both of us discover, here at the end, that it was love for him not realizing what it was that drew me. To realize his love for me was returned to him every time. The past fades away as it all makes sense and ends this day. Nothing was before him and nothing was before me. The Dance knew. It knew the end from the beginning. And yet I still have no idea what it all means.