One Last Dance

October 28, 2015

Who would have ever thought

that this love would start with

a night full of dancing.

That our love would burn as bright

as a summer sunrise.

That our two bodies would

become one in each other.

That a simple dance would

change how we saw each other forever,

but our love was never destined to last.

For as the sun rise, so shall it set.

It is just as bright but slowly begins to

fade into something less colorful.

A darkness with lights few and far between.

Glimmers of hope until the next sunrise.

So I will bid the passing love farewell

and rest until the sun shall rise again.

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