The old man still came,

stood looking at her door,

though he didnt dance again,

and hardly ever smiled anymore…

The crowds would still come by,

hoping for one more chance,

they would beg and cry,

just for one more dance…

He just stood in the street,

hoping to hear her sing,

that haunting higher and higher beat,

and the joys it would bring…

The days rolled into weeks,

weeks soon became months,

it soon became a few years,

but his love never grew weak…

Of his love she never knew,

for she belonged to another,

wasn’t looking for anything new,

she didnt need another lover…

The crowds stopped coming,

they use to come in their throngs,

he still came a humming,

that same old beautiful song…

Everyday and most nights he’d come,

hoping he’d hear her voice and song,

now he was the only one,

for the dance of love was gone………..to be continued…..