Happily Ever After Poem by Louis Borgo

The night, the breezy, this passion, gives more thought of what could be
Her skin, her touch, her smile at last is the first and last dance I could see


If this is ordinary If this is Truthfully more then love tell me how deep your love
Those words her voice the way she speak it seem we cant lost connection
Truthfully

The night, the breezy, this passion, gives more thought of what could be
Her skin, her touch, her smile at last is the first and last dance I could see

If this is a fantasy you are beautiful the breeze with each footstep that's making this scene bliss

Those words, that look her, eyes so irresistible, cant help the way I feel


The way she dance is like more then words can be
Her walk, her talk, her smile, is what get me through the week

The night, the breezy, this passion, gives more thought of what could be
Her skin, her touch, her smile at last is the first and last dance I could see a truth connection truthfully


Eyes Of Angel asharonad ke la dos valda this words i speak may not be fluid but it is fluid in way of love do you know how to tangle?

Happily Ever After