When the music stops
And the decorations
Are stored away.
In that very
Small instance
Lives a beautiful memory.
There still lives the moments
We once drank.
We once laughed.
We once danced.
There still lives
The moment
We held hands
And the moment
Our bodies
Moved to the rhythm
Of our hearts.
There in that
Very moment
I experienced
Truly loving
Someone unconditionally
And honestly.
Quickly now before the
Memory dies
Hold my hand
One more time.
Sway your hips
One more time.
And let me indulge
In the ecstasy
That is your warmth.
And let me inhale your
Intoxicating
Aroma.
Come, give me your hand
Stand up.
And grab me
Like a new pair of shoes.
Hurry now, before the
Memory dies.