Dancing moon

In a gown of azure blue, adorned with pearls and sapphires bright, She glides across the ballroom floor, a vision in the candlelight. A lady of the 1700s, noble and fair of face, Graceful steps to a waltz's tune, caught in time and space. Oh, how she dances under the moonlit chandeliers, Her heart beats in rhythm with the music, soft whispers in her ears. Eyes meet across the room, a love that's meant to be, In the arms of her beloved, she feels alive and free. Amidst the swirl of silk and lace, she spins with gentle grace, Lost in the embrace of a love that time cannot erase. Whispers of promises beneath the starry night, A love so true, a love so pure, a love that feels so right. The night fades into dawn, but memories linger on, Of stolen glances and tender romances, in the early morn. She holds onto this moment, etched in her heart's deep core, For in his eyes, she found a love worth waiting for. Oh, how she dances under the moonlit chandeliers, Her heart beats in rhythm with the music, soft whispers in her ears. Eyes meet across the room, a love that's meant to be, In the arms of her beloved, she feels alive and free. So here's to the lady in the azure gown, Whose love story echoes through time, forever renowned. In the ballrooms of memory, where dreams forever bloom, She dances with her love, in the light of the moon.