walk with me among the stars till the beginning of hours. walk with me your hand in mine. let us make shadows a story forever in time. come walk with me your hand in mine lets find a tree and carve initials in the ages of pages. come walk with me in my dream along the silent stream where the trees gazzes. Come walk with me your hand in mine as hearts beat out the age old song of time. will you come walk with me?
You surely sound inspired, my dear. Enjoy your blissful walk with the one close to your heart. I remember once writing a poem on this here site much in the same spirit:
Bliss
A touch of moonbeams, gentle breeze, A pleasant bubbling of the spring, A tactful touch of hands, in dreams They lived whole life in such a bliss.
Two lonely souls in whispering shadows, Two desperate hearts engulfed in trance, They walk in dark on flowery meadows, Their lifelong dreams now realized.
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so lovely mimzy,
thanks for posting your write
Bliss
A touch of moonbeams, gentle breeze,
A pleasant bubbling of the spring,
A tactful touch of hands, in dreams
They lived whole life in such a bliss.
Two lonely souls in whispering shadows,
Two desperate hearts engulfed in trance,
They walk in dark on flowery meadows,
Their lifelong dreams now realized.
Many thanks for sharing!