Memory of Love

So tender is the night, that men
And women in the den of seduction unite.
A gasp of laughter, a breath of fun,
Well, the dance of lust had begun.
Swivel and a sway, you danced the
Day completely away.
So that this night, of darkness and love,
Can be a memory.
For, when push comes to shove, that’s actually
What remains, the memory of love.

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