It was our dance. It seemed especially
Created as a backdrop for our love,
And yet, we could not even whisper of
This love, for neither you nor I were free.
You held another waltzing round the floor;
I waltzed in yet another's close embrace,
Although my eyes did not once leave your face
Imploring what my lips could not implore.
I felt the tears of hopelessness last night,
And was afraid that you did not--until
That sudden moment when my heart stood still,
And I knew instantly our love was right.
Although we spent last night in silent sorrow,
My love, the sun will rise for us tomorrow.

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