THE WALTZ

THE WALTZ

Music drifted over the night air
As we settled on one slow dance;
To mark the last of our nights together,
The end of a sweet summer romance.

Too soon the end of a perfect love,
Slow to admit the end so near;
You held me close one last time,
The dance, a waltz, so clear.

I shall remember the waltz as I
Go back to the one I wed;
Forgetting all but the slow dance
And the night that goodbyes were said.