On a nice bright day after the stroke of midnight
Two Lovers dance in within the pale moonlight
With armless hands they embraced each other
With lip less faces they kissed one another
Such grace their legless bodies did posses
As they danced with beauty only angels should confess
In the each others arms they were all night long
Waltzing to a tuneless song
A mute that had not a trace of a face
Was standing in a singers place
The mute had such an amazing voice
That even angels were forced to rejoice
They all danced one and all
Until the one took a fall
He rose back up, on just one knee
While the mute looked on quite jealously
With a ring twined with a beautiful black rose
He spoke sweet soundless words to propose
And with a look a shade darker than envy
The mute silently and unnoticedly left the three
Tyrone Wingfield
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-lovers-and-the-mute/
