Last Nights
Never missing a beat
Beautiful as ever
So sure on your feet.
Our eyes searching deeper
Our souls to expose
This the last time we meet here
In the last scene we pose.
Does it show on my face
The seeds of despair
My longing to embrace
Yet not to be here.
You asked me respect
That you had a partner.
With my life I'd protect you
Not reflect on our honour.
It's too late that I met
That out of sorts fellow.
Your kiss on my lips
Plays my life like a Cello.