The last night dance

The nights are quiet and calm
The smell of the rose picked in the morning
Comes mildly as the serene air filter in
Curtains dance like the naked light of the candle
Like you, my dear as the night you danced
Raising your hands to your beautiful black hair
Looking through the raised arms to see my smile
Chuckling and blushing, shy but boldly swerving about
You danced like a tall and fine Arabian princess

Sweet rendition of the radio and the wind upon the window
Plays a fancy, through the window to the hills down below
The woods burn and sigh quietly in the fire
But upon the dancing image I sit and admire
The smiles upon your face tells of the sun shine
As she wakes on the horizon and cloud lines

Nice airs still come to us, to our tranquil get together
Nothing compares to this Heavenly love we share for one another
It sinks slowly, but admiringly
Our candles, melt like cheese
And in those shadows a tale is told
Of the tall Giraffe, fine and bold
And how this fine Giraffe
Ate the sickly moon half

Now come sit upon my thighs
Let me see your pretty eyes
Let me sooth the toils of the day
And the pains all come to you away
And when your hairs I hold in my palms
Let it be the next song and psalms
To God, our Sovereign and tryst maker,
Our all who had made our lives easier

And when we both wake in the finest morning
Our words will be softer and faces full of smiling