Tango, the dance to the death, it sounds soo touching... I feel so sad, but it feels nice at the same time... T.T I think I'll write something on it.
The moon gazes on the earth,
the water sparkles like the stars,
in a garden of blue roses,
that carry the scent of you to me.
In a white dress on the hill,
a bouquet of flowers in my name,
ruffling of rose bushes in my ear,
it calms and soothes my soul.
The wind blows between my hair,
I await your return faithfully,
I see the plains that run for miles,
and it takes my breath away.
The silence is broken,
the tranquility is a stand-still,
the breeze engulfs my heart,
it paints the red sky in my mind.
The scent of you is near,
I turn to see your darkened face,
the distance was drawn farther,
and you walked closer.
The roses served as cellos,
the trees swayed like bassoons,
the wind sung like violins,
and soon we were in harmony.
Holding my hand you shelter me,
you take my waist and turn,
that moment was enthralling,
a passionate freedom of grace.
I was free from worry and doubt,
light as feathers I let my soul lose,
lovingly as swans on a full moon night,
gracefully I let my dress fly.
Turning on my feet,
and your hand there to guide me,
I had never felt so safe,
as your warmth took me.
But that was short-lived,
your touch turned stone-cold,
your crimson eyes closed softly,
and you drifted from me.
Your hands stained with red,
on the plains of roses so pure,
suddenly the world turned blue,
and the wind stood still.
I lay next to you,
tears running like raindrops,
whimpering like a hurt puppy,
my heart ripped to shreds.
I gazed at the sky,
the moon was covered by the clouds,
the wind had ran away,
and the scent of roses had turned sour.
I recalled my last moments,
I saw the memories of our love,
I listened for your voice in my ear,
and I knew I had to face it.
Our dance and silent music,
had bound and chained us together,
a world without you was ice,
the page was silent and blank.
And it is true as the stars,
that lovers are bound by a dance,
and that music was not needed,
Tango is a dance to the death.
