In golden days of yore, we find our grace,
Where timeless moments gently carve their space,
Through whispers of the past, the tales unfold,
The stories of the young, the brave, the old.

By candlelight, we read the ancient lore,
Of love and honor, chivalry, and more,
The echoes of a time when life was pure,
Each memory a treasure to endure.

The grandeur of the ballroom, shining bright,
With laughter, music, dancing through the night,
The beauty of the world in simpler times,
Where every day was poetry in rhymes.

We cherish now the echoes of that age,
The wisdom written on each weathered page,
In every heart, a piece of history,
The timeless elegance of life’s mystery.