April 21 writing prompt : The Velvet Rain

A romance without a lover,
the soft hymn without a tongue to hang —
it dances, the soft velvet rain,
taunting me with the magic of love.

Leave me alone to my melancholy,
fill this night with a cold dream;
the warmth you carry in embrace —
just drench them, there is no one to give.

Oh, it dances, the soft velvet rain,
taunting me with the magic of love.
Do you not see the vacant floor?
I sit alone — look, no one to share.

You silver the windows like a gentle thief,
you perfume the dark with a borrowed grief,
you dress the night in all your finest lace —
and I, your only guest, need no such grace.

Let me pass these moments on my own,
do not knit sweet dreams with your cold patter.
Let me alone to my sweet melancholy —
just fill the rest of this night with your cold dream.

I am not broken, only dwelling in still,
a cup that needs no pouring, yet you fill
I have learned to be the music and the dancer,
I have learned the grace of being alone.