norman hale

(2/18/1963 / ohio)

Layin Here In The Dark


Layin here in the dark
Wrapped in a lovers embrace
Even in the dark of night
I know Heaven put you in this place

Layin here in the dark
I can feel the power of love
And with this precious face
It could only, be sent from God above

Layin here in the dark
You awake, and catch me watching you
But sometimes you take my breath away
And there is nothing that I can do

Layin here in the dark
With my arm accross your waist
Honey won't you give me your lips
And give me a refreshing little taste

Layin here in the dark
I pull you over just a bit tighter
And as I kiss your sweet lips
My world just gets a bit brighter


wrote 3/17/2008 by Norman Hale Jr.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 18, 2008

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