IMPERIAL FLOORS

Marble shining under chandelier light,

Soft gold shadows dancing through the night.

Velvet flowers, perfume in the air,

Every corner breathed with beauty there.

Steps like whispers on polished stone,

I knew those halls like they were home.

Gentle echoes, silver doors—

My heart still walks imperial floors.

Some memories never fade away,

They stay with me, day by day.

Imperial floors beneath my feet,

Rooms of laughter, calm and sweet,

Dreams in crystal, spirits shine,

Everything warm, everything fine.

Some places hold the soul for sure…

Oh, Evangeline—

You left your heart on imperial floors.

Christmas came with teddy bears,

Stacked like magic everywhere.

Children smiling, cameras bright,

Warm gold stars in a winter’s night.

Jack of all trades, they used to say,

A thousand tasks in just one day.

From flowers, lights, to golden doors,

I lived my story on those floors.

Time moved on, and life did too,

New roads opened, skies turned blue.

But pieces of my soul still stay,

Where gold and marble whispered my name.

Awards and wine on quiet nights,

Earned by heart, by work, by rights—

Not luck, not chance, but something more…

My name still sleeps on imperial floors.

Imperial floors beneath my feet,

Echo soft and bittersweet.

I walk new paths and open doors,

But I remember imperial floors.

Some memories stay forever pure…

Oh, Evangeline—

Your love still lives on imperial floors.