In the echoes of nineteen-eighty's grace, Two hearts danced in time's fleeting embrace, We parted ways, lost in life's cruel chime, Yet destiny wove us back through time. Reunited, but life's paths had diverged, Too late to build anew what once surged, Yet early enough, with love's tender art, To entwine our souls, though we're apart. From afar, with madness and pure delight, We share a happiness that brightens the night, For in this dance, though chance was late, We found our joy, our deserving fate.