I definitely did get the old-fashioned love affair feel with the violin line.
The thing about poetry is that sometimes, I hate following a particular rhytm/meter, and the poem ends up being really much better that way. This could be the case with this poem, because I liked the rhythm quite a bit.
The first stanza bothers me a bit, though... rather, it confuses me. I get the feeling that the woman is already dead or on the verge of dying as the man is about to shoot her. But I don't understand why the feverish love is rapidly heating, or why the bodies were twirling. The image is get is of the man about to shoot her, and by the time the lover comes in, either the woman is already dead or just about to be shot. The rest of the poem made sense to me, and I really liked it
