as the sunset blooms so is my love for you,
limited, the time did flew,
across the cold breeze of midnight air,
that is not enough to see you clear.

the time ticks as if it strikes ten,
all of this will end,
nine-thirty strides and you walked to me,
you bowed then we danced in a romantic medley,
but after five minutes,
we seperate our paths but then after that i'm free in your grasps,
how thankful i am for that memory,
the memory of that midnight dance