The moonlight shimmered on the water
of a small woodland stream.
We sit on the bank,
watching moonbeams dancing
on the growing ripples on the water,
from the pebbles that we throw.
The sound of the wise old owl,
and the rustle of the leaves
ruffled by the breeze.
The plop of our pebbles
dropping into the stream,
and our two hearts beating,
as we sit together
with arms around one another
underneath the moon.
We sit there enjoying
the love that is in the air.
24 June 2007
There is nothing like a litlle romantic moonlight to set the mood for a perfect night...10
Two people....one moon....and love. A soft and gentle read, David. Love, Fran xxx
Nothing like two lovers have the moon shining down on them and their love....The moon can soothe a soul and a heart......marci.xo
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Oh, David, I can feel that love in the air. What an awesome serene, yet exciting bit of breeze! Another 10 Best wishes, David, Theo