Burning passion.

Love the feel.

What seems too great,

is all so real.

See the music.

Embrace the night.

Fly and dance,

it all feels right.

No worries or cares.

So full of glee.

Loving this place,

and finally free.

Soul mates connect.

True love in bloom,

but soon to meet

impending doom.

It’s all a blur.

It all goes wrong,

and what is there?

The break of dawn.

“Goodbye beautiful,

we must depart,”

and then they wake

with broken hearts.

They both moved on,

and didn’t see

that what was not

could truly be.