The Dance

So it was 3: 15 in the morning
And we were dancing
Yes, we were dancing.
And the world around us was frozen
And we kept on dancing
It felt good to be dancing.
And we danced until morning
I, his princess, and he was my king
And the music was our serenade
And we danced to the silence of the night
How I loved to be by his side
So we kept dancing.
He wasn’t one to hold me
He didn’t care for kisses
Or telling me he loved me.
Yet here he was dancing
And I was dancing, for a moment he held me
And we danced until morning
And it felt like we’d been there before
And the lights built round the sun
And the music was sweet as the night
As the moon traded with the sun
We stayed dancing
Stronger and deeper the music grew
Until we knew, in a moment the dance
Would end with the sun
But the music was our serenade
And I held on to what could have been
We could have danced til the last morning came
But, the song was over.
The dance had ended.
And the night was morning.
And he said he loved me.
Well, he didn’t say it, but he didn’t have to
The dance, between a princess and her king
La da da da da da da da da da da (ect.)