The music plays, the dancers twirl around,

her ears are now oblivious to sound,

the only beat she knows is in her pulse,

that quickens as they dance the Lovers' Waltz.

The spinning crowd grows dim and time is still,

he looks into her eyes, she feels the thrill.

the light of love is glowing in his smile,

around the room, another magic mile.

She shines as if a rare, expensive jewel,

to feel her hand in his, so soft and cool,

he leads, she follows, on the parquet floor,

as Strauss is played by strings like ne'er before.

Around again, a one, two, three of love,

as starlight gleams from chandeliers above,

a touch of hips sends lightning cross the room,

she comes of age, a flower in full bloom.

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