The Endless Waltz

Our eyes meet
From across the room
I bow to you
You curtsey back

Our hands touch
And a memory washes over me
The memory of a promise
Made from deep within the flow of time

I will find you again
You may not know that you are you
Or that I am I
But I will find you again

The music returns
As you are in my arms
And the endless waltz plays on

-Toan Nguyen