They Danced
Why continue, the dance.
Nearly 50 years, separated only by death.
She really wanted the 50, years.
Come together, separate, then together ...
Again.
Their had been other lovers but only one
Real, luv.
Why continue the dance?
She really luved him but life,
With him, was hard.
She never let anyone close, really close
But the dance they shared,
The life they shared.
It ment so much, to them, and the children.
Is love then truly an act and not a feeling.
To endure the heartache and pain.
This then the dance, together and apart.
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