| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Not Rated |
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Romance/Love >> ID #918786 |
| |||||||||||||
|
It was a night I had dreamt of
a night all nights Of kisses and whispers of roses and blisters Dinner was served by candlelight Forbidden dances in the moonlight So enchanted with a sweet delight I couldn't help but remember His lips against mine as he held me in his arms like an expensive and fine wine. But at the fist hint of dawn My love, you were gone Suck ill thoughts of you had drawn In the cold you left me To die to cry Bittersweet tears of you and I It was a night I had dreamt of a night of all nights Of kisses and whispers of roses and blisters.
© Copyright 2004 Misty Crade (UN: babydoll_y2g at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Misty Crade has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |