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.