The Eternal Waltz

In a palace forgotten, where history sleeps,
Amid South America’s verdant deep,
The air is heavy with stories untold,
Whispered by walls both weary and old.

Shutters half-open let the sunlight stream,
Its fingers soft, like a fleeting dream,
Caressing the dust that swirls in the air,
Tracing the echoes of lives once there.

We stand alone where the past resides,
The world beyond, a tide that subsides,
As music so faint it drifts like a sigh,
Pulling us close as the moments fly.

Slowly we move, our bodies entwined,
Breath against breath, your heartbeat in mine.
Each step a whisper, each turn a plea,
As if the world had ceased, leaving only we.

The light and the dust, the silence, the glow,
Hold us captive, refusing to let go.
It’s not just a dance—it’s a tether, a vow,
To a love that belongs to the infinite now.

Here in this palace, abandoned, divine,
Where moments dissolve, and souls entwine,
It’s just you and me, forever we stay,
In the heart of this waltz where time melts away.