We walk the floor to sarabande
Bare hand touching glove
While gliding past like two crosswinds
Choreographed by love
Round and round the maple floor
This ballroom of romance
The ****** sensuous magic
Of this periodic dance
The wondrous thoughts of what might be
The four four beat of hope
The interwoven bonds of fate bound by cupid's rope
My silent passion  eats at me
This long shot possibility
Swaddled in a timeless shawl
Like a naked helpless child of fate
She throws sad caution to the wind
Who runs before they crawl?
We twist and laugh and share and scream
Against the massive odds
And leave the outcome of this dance
In the hands of makeshift gods
The crescendo beating in same time
With a heart so filled with hope
That any moment might explode
And  blood soak all who try
To woo the heart of innocence
In this world of succubi