Treasure Island

Vanessa Cabrera

(July 31 1987 / Guinobatan Calapan City Oriental Mindoro, Philippines)

13. Mid Summer Nights


All my life, i've been searching for someone... Someone who always care,
someone who always there.

In the mid summer nights i dream...
I dream of you.
Your eyes like a stars so bright;
that always stares
me at night.

Oh! I just can't imagine,
how your love shining to me.
Like a full moon lights shimmering, and the harmony
it brings.
it makes my heart sing.

I catched the moonlight romance.
Like in the air we dance,
together...Forever...

but i traveled by the star alone,
it chills me to my bone.
that its only me at home,
that i'm only dreamin of you at the Mid summer nights.

-vanessa-

Submitted: Saturday, March 06, 2010
Edited: Saturday, March 20, 2010

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