Love does suck especially when it makes fools of great men
She is dancing with him.
It is a slow waltz that promises fevered passion.
But he is letting the heat simmer.
He draws her closer to his chest.
As if he never wants to let her go.
I clench my fist.
I have seen this dance before.
It always looks spontaneous and magical
As if Cupid had all night to weave his spell.
Perhaps he does.
Because every single time the song is played
They walk to their doom.
He beckons she runs.
And they fall.
The dance continues,
She bats her lashes seductively,
Then the chaos begin.
The daring dip…
For a moment I gasp in fear.
But there is nothing around them.
The confusion reigns as he spins her endlessly.
It is hypnotic.
And he draws her in again.
The song fades slowly.
For a moment
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