They danced to an old fashioned song
The romantic moon shone outside
There on the terrace of the dying
They whispered words of promise.
Once they were the King and Queen
Alive to all that life could offer
When love streamed in the summer sun
Before the sound of music was over.
Now in each others familiar arms
Cocooned within their private world
The monarchs of their destinies
Perform the waltz of times hand.
They remember the vows once taken
The closeness of youthful tender touches
The nights together towards the dawn
Both had smiles on their faces.
Written for Sunday Scribblings