The Rain, The Dance, The Tears
With touch and wishes and rain romance.
He dared to move a lovely dance.
Set the fears aside, let the hopes remain.
“Tell me.” She asked. “Have you ever danced somebody under the rain?”
“Ah!” He said. “I did. To you I have danced.”
“How?” She wondered. “We had never met once.”
“In my dreams.” He replied. “I held you in my arms.”
“You’re graceful and enchanting, a dance full of charms.”
“So now, under this cold I dance in luck,”
“Hoping that in real, you will dance with me back.”
He moved, held her in her hips and took his steps of tempo.
“Sorry.” She responded in a graceful let go.
He was left alone, wet from pain and love.
Under the rain he danced in tears for a girl he failed to have.