Just Another Song

They played it over and over again the haunting melody with rhythmic interludes where time ticks more slowly than the words exude; it draws me back in time when love merged beyond the wine and every word once spoken hums an old theme unbroken; was it love, was it the alcohol, the burning desire enthralled? Who's to say what was in our hearts the inner desire that lit the spark lasting a moment's song within my head that drew me close into your bed. Just a dream now, a memory burned played on the radio turn, lost in the memories that yearn for just another song of one night's love long gone.