Treasure Island

robert ortiz

(Earth)

Quality Of The Dream


Do you remember that night?
With the stars shining so bright
Both of us acting like kids
We made love
Down on the beach
Both of us laughing, so hard
Trying to stay on the blanket
With the crashing of the waves at our feet
You say in a soft voice
Ssshhhhh, I love you
And even in the dark of night
Your beautiful eyes still shone bright
Then you tell me to relax
With me looking around
To check if there was anyone else around
The beach was ours
The night kept it’s magic
The world was ours
And the quality of the dream stayed
Just as the quantity of our love
Was made in HEAVEN

Submitted: Monday, November 28, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, November 29, 2011

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