The clink of glass on glass,
warm buzz of conversation.
Smart waiters dress in finery,
soft words of adoration.
A single rose takes centre stage,
the linen glistens white;
wine flows like gentle river's run
on this very special night.
Three score years so swiftly passed,
two hearts still lived as one,
hand held through decades spinning by
with lives seemed just begun.
She proud to walk the silent pace,
he loved; yet loving more.
With memories held so precious
of all that's gone before.
Swift then the evening closes in;
the silent kiss, the gentle sigh,
tells them it's time to love again,
so young in heart; so summer eyed.
Then soon in quiet repose they lay,
in the stillness of the night.
Trace gently all the lines of life.
Andante; Sweet delight.
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