I danced in great Ballrooms of Romance over years gone by,
My heart given willingly, freely expressing the love held deep within,
Thriving in love reciprocated, lessons I learnt from each experience,
I walked alone in failed love’s way, the scars within living proof.
Standing on the edge in silence, I allowed the past wounds to heal.
Fooled by illusions of love, brief dances, but disappointment prevailed,
The deep scars of old when healed, made way for the new to abide.
When love calls unexpected in ancient tunes, hearts awake in eager glee,
Perhaps if I again dance in the Ballroom of Romance, love will be true,
I stand on the edge of silence, looking into the Ballroom of Romance.
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