Come dance with me, the Teke pledge said,
Offering her carnations red.
Together my love, our feet will fly,
My heart you fill, you’ll not deny.

He held her tight, but loose enough,
To twirl about, and strut her stuff.
A twosome, yet they were one,
Who lived life, love and fun.

He saw the love in her eyes,
The kind of love that never dies.
Their bond, the strongest weld,
To ecstatic future they propelled.

Then, something caught her eye,
An attraction she did not clarify.
Biology became her prime,
For him she left too little time.

He sadly said we need a break,
Then quickly learned a big mistake.

His love for her, he did shout,
She’d return, he had no doubt.
Alas for both, he was wrong,
No more to him, did she belong.

Three years, a thousand days,
Together, in oh so many ways.
The last dance, as he’d recall,
Held no clue what would befall.

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