When the clock stops ticking,
Drum beats cease to pound,
And the dance floor empties,
One cannot hear a sound,
It is in that moment when,
Eyes locked in fervent gaze,
One fears to pose the question,
Is this, all of it a daze?
Hands melt together,
A heat unchecked by rain,
And pools of honey clog,
The forbidden passion drain,
The question asked again,
The answer now is clear,
Two hearts become one,
And beat forever near.
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