Don't Let Them Fall In Love She twirls her #life into a dance. He places his hands on the keys To type himself into a trance. They both fall on their knees. If these creators fell in love, Black storms would swell from up above. The Dancer pirouttes to write While the Writer refocuses. Joined together, their love would smite The light lives emit. Excuses Are given to each other to explain How words will shift joy to pain. Painters or actors, if they were, Better they be for mutual Attraction to grow up to where Their iridescent, magical Passion could be given its dues. Their titles make it less than true. If these two fell in love, they would become Two clashing currents, creating whirlpools To drag all the ships down to their dark depths.
