Last dance

Not the best but it has its glory,

It may not be the happiest,

But its not the saddest.

It all began when I was ten,

Listening to my teacher while holding a pen,

Then came a transferee from another town,

A young pretty girl from up and down.

I started liking her from that early age,

That’s just the start of my life’s page,

For I just witness an angel that caught my eye,

That one angel that doesn’t fly.

Her hair that is dark as chocolate,

And her eyes that glows incinerate,

And the thing I love the most of her,

Is her smile majestic as a panther.

One day when our teacher told us to pair,

I have no one but she offered her share,

I was so happy that time,

No words can describe nor rhyme.

We talked and shared our interests together,

As though for a long time we knew each other,

That priceless moment I will never trade,

The moment I went out of my shade.

The feeling inside me grew stronger,

Thus a heartbeat with her became faster,

Though it seems I’m just a friend,

But its better than a stranger in the end.

Years past when prom came,

I asked her but she’s not the same,

Silence is all she gave me,

That ache inside grew thee.

Prom came but I never saw her,

That night of sadness while I wander,

Then came her call as she told me,

They migrated without my chance to see.

No chats, no texts, no calls,

But still my love for her is like falls,

Pouring out without her knowing,

Deepest sadness and nights of crying.

I finished my degree with a job now,

Still loving her somehow,

That girl I fell in love since ten,

Asking myself when can I see her again.

Days, weeks years past,

I lost hope too see her cast,

I got a family and have kids,

Still I miss that girl heeds.

To cut my long story short,

I grew old and my wife died night forth,

My kids have kids and their family,

And I’m glad to see them happily.

But that’s not the end of my story,

Just some road of my life so curvy,

Then comes the day I walk in the park,

Sitting near that small wooden ark.

Just as I glance at her again,

Looking at the horizons den,

Yes she’s old but still got that majestic smile,

I stood up and walk towards the aisle.

As I stood near her she looked at me,

Tears run down her face as I see,

I hugged her for minutes I could not count,

I’m like flying in the sky with loves mount.

Then she told me her story,

For 50 years I have never imagined this glory,

We are old now and waiting to die,

But because I she’s hear its worth the cry.

We spent our day walking chatting and laughing,

Thus night falls and stars awakening,

As I held her hand and stood,

Looking at her eyes all in mood.

Lets have that dance 50 years ago,

It might be the last might not be woe,

For life express like a shadow lurking,

But love devours truly unending.