Waltzing Among Art

Oh, to stand here, in a museum

Staring at delicate paintings of old.

You step beside me to see them

Our eyes meet, we get lost in our own world.

Oh, to enter the realm of gentle feelings

To experience disarming tenderness.

Oh, here I stand, dreaming

From intimacy and affection

Is it truly freedom to have no responsibility,

To have no duties or any jealousy?

Oh, is it not loneliness to miss this beauty,

To dance in the moonlight in serenity?


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