When the music ends


Your arms around me
hold me close
it doesn’t matter
what song is playing.

The evening breeze
through our hair
as we twirl
under jealous skies.

Our feet tangle
and stars collide
as the band plays
just one more tune.

The chorus stops
and the world halts
but I’m with you
when the music ends.

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