His Queen.

Seeing old haunts
the memories remain
time can't take away the pain.
The walks across the park
in the woods hand in hand
I could have been your man.

The museum and the car park
where we had our fun not caring.
Only eyes for each other middle
age lovers.
That seems so long ago last week
The memories clear.
I felt as if you were there.

Now in contact once again
this man will not give up
to follow his dream.
Making you one day
his Queen.