It's Time To Pay The Fiddler Poem by Steve A. Politte

You know my love -
Sitting here the way we are
Lightens up my heart
Like a flicker from a star.

The feel of your soft hand
Caressed so gently in mine
Knowing that we'll dance again
After our last glass of wine.

I don't want this moment to fade
Like haze over the ocean tide
But to dance to the music
That in my heart resides.

It's time to pay the fiddler
To play one last final tune
And then we can take a stroll
Under the light of a silvery moon

I just want to tell you
Just how much you mean to me
And bask in the glow of all you are
So sweet and tenderly

There has never been a moment
That I haven't loved you so
Yes, it's time to pay the fiddler
Before we have to go

But, before we pay the fiddler
Let's rise for one last final dance
And slowly stroll across the floor
But, so sweetly in this heavenly romance

There is no need to hurry
For we've done this night before
Yes, we can pay the fiddler
As we go waltzing out the door!

Steve A. Politte
© 3/27/2008