• With every kiss, she tries to forget,
    The night of dancing silhouettes.
    Who danced beyond such candlelight,
    In the vein and lustful dark of night.

    The pain and sorrow cease and yet,
    She can still see that silhouette.
    Dancing away all the loyalty,
    That lingered in their amity.

    Who could forget such a dance,
    In her first and juvenile romance?
    If it wasn’t her he held so dear,
    No, it wasn’t her he held so near.

    “Forget that night,” he asks of her,
    As they slowly dance together.
    But what is asked for cannot be made.
    No, that ballet will be forever saved.

    With every step that etched the floor,
    He had no idea of the heart he tore.
    The moment their music was to start
    Of the knife that plunged into her heart.

    A Pas des Deux danced so silently,
    Caused a heart to break so violently.
    Forgive her my dear, but she will never forget,
    The night of you dancing with that silhouette.