January 11, 2005

• magic…

  
  

  I awaken to the sweet sounds of birds lazily chirping for the morning suns rise,
  They do this everymoring as if awaiting some sweet suprise,
  And the dews on the leaves of the maple sit stubbornly on its leaves holding everyones dreams,
  And there i lay in a state of serenity, pure serenity, and I smile with a gleam in my eye,
  
  Magical things happened last eve and I shall not forget the warm breeze,
  The soft damp sand laying quietly under my feet as we walked so carefully,
  Your hand draped loosely around mine so warm and right,
  The feel of your damp salted lips caressing the nights air,
  
  I shall never forget and never want anything more from that moment,
  It felt like a sleepy dream on a king’s bed with gold all around you,
  The warmth of your soul is still fresh in my head and revives my soul everytime i ponder about it,
  And it leaves me longing for more, more of you, more of your love, and most of all more of your heart.

  
  

  
  

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