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.♥
Don’t remember when it happened A year ago or a few, But a strange thing has happened And, for me, a very new. It all started with a prologue, As it always does, A prologue very interesting, For the both
You’ve kept my heart’s dynamite aflame You know I can never be the same since your charming kiss did my heart tame. What words can describe your beauty’s fame? No smile can contend with yours’ my dame. It sends sorrow
The Seed of love planted by the river of amity hoping for an perpetuity life, Creating roots for the foundation of our love. The root of our love grows with a boundless destination in quest for vigor not to let