spinning round on moonlit fields
she bekons me to take her hand
as she pulls me to her chest
and guids me through her moonlight dance
spinning spinning round and round
as scent of roses swirl around
i caught in it, this whirlwind charm
as it has come to take my heart
we glide and dance on evening's wake
and fell in love as starlight fell
she looked at me with joy filled eyes
and took my hand and held it tight
she pulled up close, as gazes met
and layed on me a heartfelt kiss
and with that moment, locked in time
she gave me back my blissful smile
so with that glance and joyful dance
she stole my heart with just that kiss
so now we dance in moonlit fields
as starlight falls and dreams are made
a Poem by Byron the Poet
What a sweet summers dream:)
Monday, December 29, 2008
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