I danced with Vincent

I danced with Vincent in the gallery’s glow, 
His portrait’s gaze, a world I long to know. 
Brushstrokes whispered tales of starry nights, 
Where moonlight waltzed, casting silver lights.

My heart, a canvas, painted with dreams, 
Imagined our steps in moonlit beams. 
With every move, a symphony of grace, 
In Vincent’s arms, I found my place.

The night, a tapestry of stars and hues, 
Our dance, a melody of love’s muse. 
In the gallery’s hush, my dreams took flight, 
With Vincent, my heart danced in the night.