You must have hung the moon tonight, Just so we could dine in her candle light.. and then dance beneath the magical sight, of a blanket of stars twinkling in delight.
The music courtesy of some sycamore trees, swaying gently in the breeze. We shared a kiss under the glance of an owl who cried "who " And then proceeded to dedicate the night to me and you..
The crickets eager to be in on the fun too, serenaded us the whole night through. And you pulled me close and then we were one, Much to the surprise, and red blush of the rising sun.
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
Just some silly thoughts I had while thinking of a special friend this afternoon.. :D
Wow.. I am so glad that you found this one to your liking Swade... it was just one of those ones.. where I have said before .. just came to me.. without any effort.. and those in my opinions.. always seem to be the best I write.... all it love, call it your muse, call it what you will...... always makes for the best poetry.... Thanks again for your genuine comments..
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