The Dance

Too long ago, when the world was a child,
When innocence sauntered, and power ran wild.
As the hearbeats of men kept the time of a lady,
I remember you then, as the picture's remaining.
I danced with an angel, I, crush velvet adorned.
Blue eyes that enchanted like never before,
Dark hair I ran my fingertips through,
Throughout all my dreams, I have lived for you.

I remember the ballroom, your coquettish stance,
While this moment will fail me, I hold on to the dance.
When music ran through me with primitive rage,
Your smile melted and ran through my veins.

Your eyes held mine, but for only a time,
You can live in your daydreams, the dance has been mine.
It was so long ago, no, I woudn't think,
You'd remember my touch, transient as a wink.
Our hearts like our feet, moved by rhythum and time.
Our bodies in sync with what tormented our minds.

I danced with myself, mirrored by you,
But in no other moment would that ever ring true.
For you have forgotten, now run from my eyes,
The sound of the music so quickly denied.
Your heart was mine, but just for a time,
You can hide your secrets, the dance is still mine.

I will remember and never forget,
How the music was haunting and filled with regret.
For so long I've waited, only to find,
How the dancer once beside me can never be mine.
I live on reminiscing and never let go,
While the dance lives on waiting and nobody knows.

I enshrine your hair, soft to the touch,
And the warm marbled stare, that I miss so much.
From now through the years I must live with your choice,
And hold on to the fleeting's song's sweet voice,
Remember me true as the lover, the friend,
And I will forget you, to remember you then.
The scent of white roses, and the song you adored,
Shall live on forever, though I aspire no more,
Therefore stay in your now, burn the bridge across time,
You may have your moments, and the dance will be mine