Classic Poem

Among treasured recollection,
There is one among the few;
Which brings tender, sweet reflections,
'Tis that last, sweet waltz with you.

As we timed its dreamy measure,
Floating as if on air;
In the highest realms of pleasure,
With no thought of pain or care.

While the happy moments fleeing,
To music of no earthly theme;
How I longed to pass my being,
In that one sweet blissful dream.

And your soft hands' gentle pleasure,
Ah, I seem to feel it still;
Filled my soul to utmost measure,
With a wild, ecstatic thrill.

And the fragrance of your flowers,
As soft, delicate and light;
As though plucked from heavenly bowers,
Lingered with me all that night.

How my soul was filled with rapture,
As you raised your eyes to mine;
And my heart yielded in capture
To your heavenly look, divine.

Till my heart beats its last measure,
Till this fleeting life flow halts,
Long as mem'ry holds a treasure,
Shall I cherish that last waltz.