Dressed up, I led life in a dance.
I was all hers; she was all mine
to write our innocent romance
and move ’round at the beat of time.
But it went dark a few nights later
and hailed on my head of bright sparks.
For we were great, but time was greater,
we became a leisurely walk.
Somewhere else, time led me in a dance.
Yet life was comely young and stayed
to dance without a backward glance
and recommence the love we’d made.