Waltz of the Night

Dancing pairs in the hall of flairs; poignant paintings beneath the classy ceilings; shimmering chandeliers gently appear as the music plays the waltz of the night. There you sit, alone in your throne; and so as I, doing some sighs. Both felt seclusion from this occasion until the music played the waltz of the night. We become dancers on this brimful floor: dancing gracefully with the music’s glee; and while other dancers leave from song to song, our music goes on—on and on. We swayed lightly and glanced amorously- hand in hand, along with the band; and now, there’s only us remain on the floor for this is our music: the waltz of our night.