After the war was over my beloved husband returned again, but we could no longer dance like we used to... His leg was gone, he caught trench foot and had to get it ambutated. 

"I am sorry my dear." He said nothing else and I got him into bed and payed with him just looking into his glossy eyes filled with tears. 

You may no longer be able to dance holding hands, but you will dance with me in our hearts until the end. You will spin me around and pick me up and you will run to me and I will run to you, my darling wife we will dance in our hearts. 

If only he could say it all...