One Last Dance

One last dance to share, between you and I.

But it won’t be in a ballroom, rather under a starlit sky.

I’ll lead you through the finest waltz I can muster,

She’ll follow my steps, because I know I can trust her.

A caper here, a gambol next-

or we can can keep it simple, there’s no need to be complex.

And when the moon’s risen to its uppermost peak,

We still dare not say a say word, through this dance is how we’ll speak.

When I put my hand here, it means I’d like to pull you closer.

And as we step to the nightingale’s tune, I can’t imagine a better composer.

There’s only one last thing that could bring our final dance more bliss,

We look into one another’s eyes, and our lips fulfill the closing kiss.




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