Waltz

Let thy touch enchant coming nights of I
Beguiling myself of mine lone, cruel fate
Granting bliss upon a great way to die
Looking into thine eyes through those of wraiths.
Use like no other but that of the moon
Bound in a dance; adorn everlasting.
Shackles cling not but I’m yet to go soon,
Thy torture’s caress hath grown rewarding.
A dance of love though beautifully lit
To thank for thy gift of gifts be given
Shined beneath moonlight and at yonder sit
A man waiting whose heart’s being riven.
Despite gazes and tantalizing thought
This is merely painful false love I sought