Symphony of your rhythms.
And one day when I see her twirl and fall into your arms, remember that your symphony will still carve my heart, your heartbeat will still sound like the rhythm of seas, your breath will still fill life into me.
The difference? Your arms will be around her waist and mine around mine, trying to break through the fire that was caused by ice. I would on that day fall on my knees and pray; an atheist's prayer to the heavens to shower and hide tears that flow.