Wednesday, July 20, 2011

a day of our own

Miles away lovers apart
A nameless affair kept well in the dark
Savour the night loathe the dawn
A moment in time a day of our own

crimson red heels her dress ivory white
She is a woman in her own right
a tinge hotter than a Moroccan summer
and grace akin to Vivaldi’s Winter

Under the moonlight we sat in silence
A song is playing somewhere in the distance
She heightened me with every glance
Excuse me miss, may I have this dance

Stolen smile sleepless nights
Love beguile hold on tight
Turn around close the door
sois mienne, mon amour

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