Will you take this hand again,
This hand held out once more for you?
Will you reach and feel the gentle
Pull to dance these steps anew?
Will you return this smile inviting
You to step on English shore?
These hands await as once in mists
Of time they greeted you before.
Will you let your clear eyes light up
As pewter knights adorn your gaze?
Will you allow the questing smile
To find you in your rose-bush maze?