The Last Dance Poem by Siim Andreas Peter Saarva

Before it's too late, a second chance,
Reach me your hand, for the last dance,
I am flying, far above the cloud,
Finding you, with my voice so loud,
Screaming out my love, for you to hear,
Just wishing, that you were near,
Close enough, to hear my call,
Our love, for you to recall,
I wish I could just, find and land,
Where you are, to hold your hand,
Sit down beside you, to share a tear,
So that we, can overwin the fear,
The fear of not, being together,
From now and on, forever and ever,
The picture is, scaring me to death,
Hard to explain, like a complete mess,
I have learned, so much from this,
Like the first time, our first kiss,
It's a feeling, I can not describe,
Just happening, it's like a tribe,
I will never forget, when I saw you cry,
I was so stupid, oh my,
How could I, treat you like that,
Why not just, have a simple chat,
We could have, simply solved it all,
But problems grew big, like a tree so tall,
I am so sorry, for all my deeds,
And I know you have, to fill your needs,
I do understand, cause you're really worth it,
My heart is aching, it has already been lit,
Colors of orange, yellow and red,
My heart is burning, when I go to bed,
The very last seconds, of every day,
I think of you, like we think of may,
A month of life, and alot of happiness,
You're my life, and all my happiness,
I dream of you, during day and night,
Wishing I could just, hold you tight,
This is probably, my last gift to you,
Cause I believe, we are all through,
I know you have to, do what you feel,
And if this love, doesn't feel real,
You have to move on, and live your life,
Even though it hurts, like stuck with a knife,
You will always be, a friend of mine,
I will help you always, until the end of time,
I just wish, there was somehow to retrieve,
A way to get, the love we have achieved,
I just wish, I would get a second chance,
Holding your hand, for the last dance.