The sun is gone,
Walls are painted green,
A figure sits at the piano,
Imagine this scene.
Curtains hang,
Near a marble fire,
A figure sits,
Completing this scene.
Candle flickers,
As the night grows old,
A song can be heard,
One untold.
She stands up,
And starts to dance,
The memory of her love,
Holding her hand.
A slow waltz,
A jig and a reel,
She dances them both,
With her love, unseen.
© 2013-2016
