The Lovers Endless Dance - Poem by Michelle Hyde
The pavement makes no sound,
As we dance upon the silver ground.
Your skin is so pale,
So fragile and frail.
We dance the night away,
Until the break of day.
The candle light upon your skin,
Turns it a lovely golden.
We danced until the break of dawn,
But then you were gone.
I will not be sad,
Instead I will be glad.
For every night shall repeat,
This endless dance with you my sweet.
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