Last night, I dreamed of your hand clasped to mine, Your sapphire eyes create a deep blue fire, We shared kisses in cup more than the wine, As cheeks would glow, which to the touch inspire; Touch seems warmer, though night has gone paler, If love be play, lovers need never talk, The lines spoken by acts mimes would infer, And beat curtains that since in dusk would stalk; But dreams, nocturnal, dwelling in the dark, Could fade in breaking dawn, or hide someplace, As passion heats, to greater joys embark, Morning showed up, out-glossed our third embrace; …….And not the least of my concerns, it seems, . . . Is find which pillow gives the best of dreams.
♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
That one day you and me walking together accompanying Empty wet road, tree canopy Raining flowers, kissing wind Humming souls of vestal love reveals up, Fell in love with your magical talks and top notch character Even sun seems stygian