The Dance

He opened his car door and slowly arose
Shook off the age stiffness and
Pushed his glasses up on his nose
Walked very slowly around to her side
Using left hand to steady himself
He opened the door for his bride

She turned in her seat and slowly got out
Her husband's hands guiding her up and about
He stepped back a little, I noticed
As she straightened and fussed
A small wrinkle in her blouse
Her hair a bit mussed
Then they came back together 
And walked with arms hooked
Into the office for appointments they'd booked

My heart fairly leapt with joy at this sight
This tableau of devotion and love burning bright
And I knew, as I realized I'd spilled on my pants,
I had just witnessed the most beautiful dance.