Is It Too Late?

The music has stopped playing
and the band has gone home,
but I sit here at my table
musing about a love long gone.

Wondering about a beautiful
love that just didn't last
when suddenly I hear a voice
behind me, like one out of the past.

"Excuse me my dear, but
your beauty is exquisitely grand,
Is it too late for the next dance"?

I turned slowly in my seat
and much to my surprise
I looked into my ex-love's face,
and his beautiful big, brown eyes.

He extended his hand out to me
to help me out of my seat
all the while being careful,
to help me to my feet.

Our favorite song came on the jukebox
"The Question of You" if I remember
It was a warm June night, but he said,
"I'll hold you until September."

He whispered in my ear
words of eternal love,
he then pledged his love
forever, my darling, my beloved.

I pledged my love back to him
as we danced in the night,
our song playing softly
as we held each other tight.

Is it too late my love
to have the next dance?
No my darling, my love, my sweet
not in a million years.