Samba - Moussa Doumbia

Bridget Metcalfe

Miscellaneous

Seventh Samba

Our eyes met across a room

At a party in late June

Where the elegant and chic

embraced the clique

To be together was unwise

Hand in hand we wouldn’t dare

to risk the eyes of those who recognise

Living in another place

Moving at a different pace

Remembering the vision and how I see you

Remembering the times we shared

Even though you never dared

to dance the Seventh Samba with me

You were in the public eye

and the camera never lies

Our liaison hit the fan,

you seemed to crumble

So I agreed against my will

to deny and disappear

In a different time you’d love me still

When the flowers came today

and I found your note to say

that you love me and need me in your life

These circumstances made

you decide to tilt the shade

and dance the Seventh Samba with me

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