Samba

Bridget Metcalfe
 Miscellaneous
 Seventh Samba
 Our eyes met across a room
 At a party in late June
 Where the elegant and chic
 embraced the clique
 To be together was unwise
 Hand in hand we wouldn't dare
 to risk the eyes of those who recognise
 Living in another place
 Moving at a different pace
 Remembering the vision and how I see you
 Remembering the times we shared
 Even though you never dared
 to dance the Seventh Samba with me
 You were in the public eye
 and the camera never lies
 Our liaison hit the fan,
 you seemed to crumble
 So I agreed against my will
 to deny and disappear
 In a different time you'd love me still
 When the flowers came today
 and I found your note to say
 that you love me and need me in your life
 These circumstances made
 you decide to tilt the shade
 and dance the Seventh Samba with me
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