They danced to an old fashioned song
The romantic moon shone outside
There on the terrace of the dying
They whispered words of promise.
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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.
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Now in each others familiar arms
Cocooned within their private world
The monarchs of their destinies
Perform the waltz of times hand.
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They remember the vows once taken
The closeness of youthful tender touches
The nights together towards the dawn
Both had smiles on their faces.
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Written for Sunday Scribblings
Life From A Park Bench 
a very beautiful read.. could see the dance in the moonlight
Thank you
Alan that was really beautiful.
I love the reflection of time & our place in it.
“once they were the King & Queen
alive to all that life could offer. “