Dancing With Time

The room was crowded,
The people grand,
The night was glowing,
And there she stands.

He walked across them,
To where she stood,
His hand he offered,
If dance, she would.

Then one, two, three,
The music played,
In rhythmic time,
Their bodies swayed.

They began so slow,
Treading unsure,
The soft smiled lingered,
Embrace so pure.

Then one, two, three,
A quickened pace,
Across the room,
They flew with grace.

Then the music rose,
The tension grew,
Eyes locked deeply,
Spoke words so few.

But one, two, three,
The song grew old,
The pace slackened,
Her hands now cold.

Weary she says,
“Do we stop now?”
He answer as,
Raven hair bows.

“I wish I could stay here,
But we could never be.
Time passes for you,
But never for me.”

And so he turned,
From the room flies,
As one, two, three,
The song dies.

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Just a curious thought of what would happen if you danced with time.