[Verse 1] A subtle step, a quiet glance, Begins the high-society dance. Behind the fans and velvet drapes, A game of rumors takes its shapes. [Verse 2] With polished phrases, formal bows, They trade discreet and silent vows, Where every spark must wait its place Beneath the veil of composure and grace. [Chorus] A fleeting touch, a promised gaze, Through candlelit and watchful days, Until the quiet courtship ends, And two united souls transcend.
