Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Wake me not

The music begins to play, the lights turned down low
As the sun sets, a warm wind begins to blow
A perfect setting it is, to reach a new plateau

I am getting lost in the thought of thee
Ah what a feeling has come over me
Thinking of the one, who holds the key

Closing my eyes, oh what a view
Moments like this, so precious and few
Contentment I feel, this much is true

I take thy hand, we begin to stroll
Gazing at the windows, windows of thy soul
In volumes they speak, of one who is whole

Enticing they are, pure as gold
Innocent are they, as they are bold
For sore eyes a sight, a sight to behold

Hearing thy voice, such a precious sound
Echo of love, all around
My lucky stars, look what I have found

Thy enchanting tone spins it's magic, forever more
Touches me as always, to the very core
'Tis thee I love, thee I adore

The scent of thee, alluring at night, as in day
Fragrance of paradise, the stars begin to sway
Lost in thy thought, let me forever stay

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