Love Never Wins

We try to dance around each other without any regret.
Our emotions spinning in an odd sort of pouroette.
Our characters flawed and from our lines we stray.
We missed our mark; we defective dramatis personae.
Left alone in the spot light to perform a duet.
The only one here to try to do a tete a' tete.
The silence becomes louder as the curtain falls.
The audience fialing to give any applause.
A bad review, maybe, for not repenting our sins.
Because for us, it just seems, love never wins.