Again

In the quiet of night, when the only sound is the moon gliding across the sky,

I whisper your name

 

In the dark of night, you reply with your eyes ablaze, like the candles dancing flame

 

In the cold of night, our love’s passionate embrace warms the air with its heat

 

In the sharing of night, we two become one, making each other complete

 

In the quiet of morning, when the only sound is the misting dew,

 

I whisper your name again

 

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Beautiful! This poem is an

Beautiful! This poem is an enduring, heartfelt ,lulluby.  They never leave us...

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When dreams become memories

When dreams become memories that heal our lives, life itself becomes a smile. I thank you for your kind words.