When night
Filled our home with darkness
And moonlight danced
Through the frosty winter windows
I would watch you
Dancing to yesterdays music
Wearing nothing more
Than a silk scarf
That covered a joyful smile
And enchanting eyes
These days the winter nights
Still fill our house with moonlight
And though I still watch you
Dancing to a time gone by
We have grown older
While the light of the moon
kindly softens the lines
That have grown upon our faces
These days all that I can see
In the quiet of the night
Is a young woman
Who loves to dance
With nothing more
Than a silk scarf
A joyful smile
And enchanting eyes
A young woman who dances
For no one but me
I am blessed
Enduring bliss of love is aptly captured in the piece. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Cecil and do remain enriched.
Yes, blessed. Nice writing. Nice rhythm and lovely love with a silk scarf.
really lovely poem- I feel the melancholy and sweetness, my brother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I envy you both! good poem. relaxing.