Swinging through the dance floor,
Fingers locked, laughing eyes,
Not a word they spoke -- revelling in a dance of love,
That still brings a smile on his face,
and a sinking touch in his heart

Fleeting moments of ecstasy,
They palmed as little treasures from toyland,
Oblivious of the wind one day --
that blew their dreams like strewn pieces of the Lego

A pain, which was but the pain of love,
Torrid, luscious, seamless,
Simmering was that passion
-- which singed the wound of love