A dance of remembrance

When the facetious and the involved conspire to copulate
the face of their truth is but a chimera
For when the rest of the world was  but a passing shade of a fleeting sunlight
your hands reached out to grasp mine my love
The want of succour is craven when sought for they say
The need of love though is eternal
In a spring dance of intertwined fingers hope had thus sprung forth
In your cold loveless eyes it died young.