Poem: Our Last Dance

Photo credit:  mimi lalaa

Our last dance—timeless;

The scent of rare frankincense

From your neck, captivating:

Will our heart meet again?

“Stay with me!”

My mind tries to speak loudly,

As I feel the burning flame,


Our mouth silence speech,

Swaying to and fro—in your arms,

I smell beautiful love,


I want to shout, “Why?”

As if the moment was truly mine.

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