It was the dance, the soft movements against you
it was the dance that drew me to her
The soft caresses, the gentle touches
It was our dance, out by a waterfall taht sparkled nearby
the music that entranced, drew us closer to, closed around our own
embraces
It was the dance that we shared, our movements sweeping across in time
to our inner music
it mingled with the passion, growing with intensity
it was the soothing words, whispered
It was the dance, when I had her in my arms that I knew happiness
It was within her embrace that my soul danced swept away by her
It bounded my heart to her, healing all wounds
Then she left, and in its place a gaping hole, the music dead.
The dance gone.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Midautumn, in the year 76 MA.