When the story ends
Our eyes met as you stepped into the light
And you started a fire that will not pass
From looks and glances the fire grows bright
And I can’t leave without a burn. Alas
Your eyes ensnared me in a tale so true
That, if I wanted to, I still could not
Put it down. I read into you and knew
That within your story I had been caught.
Our glances started to create a dance
Go’ng back and forth betwixt yourself and me
And waltzing through our blossoming romance,
But in your eyes my own fear I did see.
Yet when the fire dies, the dance is through,
The story ends; Will I still be with you?