When the story ends

Our eyes met as you stepped into the light

And you started a fire that will not pass

From looks and glances the fire grows bright

And I can’t leave without a burn. Alas

Your eyes ensnared me in a tale so true

That, if I wanted to, I still could not

Put it down. I read into you and knew

That within your story I had been caught.

Our glances started to create a dance

Go’ng back and forth betwixt yourself and me

And waltzing through our blossoming romance,

But in your eyes my own fear I did see.

Yet when the fire dies, the dance is through,

The story ends; Will I still be with you?