Music floated on evening’s breeze
Their love still young, their hearts still free
Each turn on the floor a memory.
Violins filled the room with stringed bliss
He held her hand and kissed her wrist
She smiled and blushed as though it was rare
As she ran fingers through silvered hair.
Their faces aglow in candle light
They danced and twirled into the night
He pulled her close and whispered, “My Dear,
Think not of tomorrow when today is here.”
A single tear slipped down her cheek
He brushed it off and whispered, “My Sweet…
Skies that cloud will soon be clear
And we will see the sun draw near.”
Gazing into his eyes so blue
she whispered… “My love…” He whispered… “Me too.”
And on they danced and on they whirled…
Just one boy and just one girl.
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