… How I long for a slow waltz on a sultry, moonless night,
with veranda doors thrown open to the breeze.
With the heavy scent of lilacs and only candle light-
to illuminate the swaying of trees…
… As the violin’s sweet music plays a haunting, soft refrain,
and ghostly, white magnolias scent in air,
my blood flows so heavy like molasses through my veins,
as dreams take flight where once they could not dare…
… Yards of antique satin, my delicate spun lace,
in arms, so strong, I willingly give in-
to the freedom of the music and the thrill of this embrace,
as together, we throw caution to the wind.
… When the ancient oaks call softly, we waltz beneath their arms.
Trading candle light for mossy, muted hues,
where shadows dance upon a mist that thickly hides the dawn,
so our shrouded words stay hidden from all views!
… Now beckon by this unseen hand, entrapped within a veil,
enthralled by notes that dance upon the wind.
Abandon to a destiny where love will never fail!
We waltz into a night that has no end!! …