Take my hand,
Rise to your feet,
Dance with me.

The orchestra performs,
The people silicate,
You glimmer in the moonlight.

You hesitate,
I lead the way,
The crowd observes.

I take you in my arms,
You gracefully follow,
The crowd watches in awe.

I sweep you off your feet,
You feel as if you can fly,
No one asks why.

The music fades,
Your feet come down to earth,
I bow and begin to exit.

You chase after me,
I turn to say I must go,
The crowd begins to part.

You stand confused,
You ask if this is a dream,
I am no dream or fantasy.

No, I am rather your future,
I am your romance.
You will see me again.

Just I ask one thing of you my princess,
Stay light and beautiful,
Ready to be swept of your feet.
To be romanced in the moonlight.
For I will come again,
As your gentleman.

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