May the Band Begin the Beguine

There seem so many adventures in far exotic places, When romancers enjoy serenity and moments so sweet. Their hearts swoon with greenery’s fragrant traces And romantic expressions their lips begin to repeat, As the eternal delights and joys impel their hearts to beat. Their erotic pleasures devise their own fanciful idyllic scene, As their movements together seem less and less discreet. So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine. Here I sit in wonder as my mind is going through paces, With nothing more than the past with which to compete. About the hearth of yore and the embers it yet embraces; I ask the God of love if it may again emit such heat, Sufficient to give light to every fixture of this retreat. It might awaken age fermented desires so serene To reign like the stars high above in sublime conceit. So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine. May two lovers once again gaze into each other’s faces; May answers to each other’s eternal questions be complete. And might their future be inherently bright by God’s graces; As they are amused by songs and melodies so sublimely sweet And tripping the light fantastic confines vanish below their feet. With long remembered yearnings they dine with regal mien, As they seek all their memories dreams and visions to replete. So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine. A toast to all romantics who are so inspired by sentiments like this, Who prepare for the most gorgeous event possibly foreseen, Who await the return of a romantic age of experiences of bliss. So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.