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.