Last Dance
 (last chance)


On the road to eternal youth,
How we danced, how we danced,
Thought that it all would never stop;
Our endless game of hide and seek.

On the road to blissful sighs,
How we danced, how we danced,
Thought that they would never end,
Those torrid kisses in the dark.

Then on the road to mature love,
How we danced, how we danced,
Thinking it would last forever,
Finding forever did not forever last.

Finally, the road to have loved and lost,
How we danced, how we danced,
Remembering joys that might have been,
Longing for love that somehow passed.

Now on that road of deep regrets,
How we dance, how we dance;
Music almost done, yet we stay on,
Longing, searching for one last chance.

Postscript

Do not fret; fore there is still yet time;
The music plays, and last dance goes on,
Time enough to accept a proffered hand,
End it all, with knowing smile, and tender kiss.

Tristan (offering his hand)

"Life is short: kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love deeply, and forgive quickly.  Forget the past, but not what it has taught you."

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