He sat on the stoop just outside the old house

Shrouded in smoke as he puffed on his pipe

In his worn out old dungaree's and checkered shirt

With his crust laden old leather boots taping to the beat

As he listened to an old static phonograph

As it played his favourite song over and over again

He listened and smiled as memories danced across his mind

His eyes grew soft as he recalled that day as

He meet his beautiful wife, he just knew in his heart

That one day she would be his wife

That particular night the stars shone bright as old blue eyes sang 'Love is here to stay'

That one dance as they waltzed across floor

Seamed like eternity their first dance their first embrace their first taste in romance

Ah that dance so long ago lingered on forever in his heart and in his dreams

He smiled and gave a knowing nod as he whispered more to himself

I will be with you soon my dear departed wife... soon

As he said these his final words just before he crumpled to the ground

The phonograph continued to play as old blue eyes sang softly 'LOVE IS HERE TO STAY'

©Kaila George 2013