Until The Orchestra Stops Playing Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

When love was young we barely heard the overture..
So wildly gentle were we in our race to clasp each other.
Hands tentatively touching, lips barely brushing
in anticipation of the lyrical composition being composed.

As the intermezzo struck up we were learning our steps..
More confident now and each learning to take the lead
Yet remaining in hold we tentatively negotiate the floor
and allow the music to enter our souls, dictating the rhythm

The Finale approaching we prepare for a final flourish.
So much behind us-yet with the best still to come.
Steps in synch we seamlessly glide together always,
astounding onlookers with the skill our love has developed.

Too soon the curtains are trembling for closure,
but the audience rise demanding an ‘Encore'…
Smiling through eyes brimming with love, we take our place centre stage,
and will continue our dance until the orchestra stops playing.