I greeted love as it composed cells of our symphony with augmented walks and stares. We became polyphonic music reverberated and appreciated by even its creator. Until long dances became circumstances, and thus is the pattern of real romances, When loves shoulders lose strength to support the weight of a life without dates. And the safe speed of slow dances accelerate, We only dance optimistically- yet see it tried and true. Real love tries hard, but sometimes it looses too.