Angelic flames flicker and rise
shading the stone wash wall
cracked and uneven
from years of Romanic whaling in tune
songs pass down the generations
traditional lyrics of love and longing
dulcet tones of seduction
stories of pain and deprivation
sparking the floor
black buckled shoes glistening
and I am listening
to the most romantic and frantic pulsating rhythm
bodies swaying to the Latin beat
music to our soul
moving with longing
to be held in your loving arms
soft plucking on metal strings
working a frenzy
wine glasses collide and shine
and attract my eyes I find
yours meeting with mine across a Terra Cotta floor
gazes locked raw with desire
centuries of tradition not to be denied
once obstacles overcome
moving towards you the crowd parts
music fades into the distance
