Monday, 14 September 2015

Under The Moonbeams

He sang a little song.

His lips gently pressed against 

my ear. 

Sweetly singing how much 

he cared.

Sweetly singing he would 

always be here. 

His arms held me closely. 

I could feel his heart beating. 

And him pressing against me.

Him holding me beside 

the deep blue sea. 

Us together again

under the moonbeams. 

Him singing to the music

made by the sea's breeze. 

Him singing songs of

endless love 

for me. 

How did I get so lucky?

To find a man so lovely. 

To find a man so loving.

A man who sings of

and with love for me

by the deep dark blue sea.

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