Time of the Unsaid Words

I see you dancing in my head, holding roses at my door
Subtly slipping you fingers into mine, a perfect fit
Your eyes smile at me, though I would never admit
I watch your graceful movements flow into one song
Music is no guide, you lead the notes out of the speakers
Our unidentified notions of each other play through my head
Hearts and swirls surround your name on my papers
My legs tire a few bars from the end, you lift me on your feet
Holding me up, just for our time to run out, like wind, blowing
I let my hands drop, noticing the electric pervading me
Fire spreads across my chest, burning my heart crisply
I desire you, but knowing we get our dance in secret
Alone, our little knowledge kept between us before you go
Leaving me with nothing but passion for our hidden love
We never said it aloud, because who needs words?
Our song is done, our dance complete, the roses dying
The time is up, our only honest chance to stay connected; lost