Magic in the Night
There was music everywhere,
there was something in the air that night,
you were snuggled close to me,
everything was oh so right
As we gazed out at the stars,
wondering where I lives will go,
she said “tell me what you think”,
“I really do want to know”
Is what we see for real?
Or just a moment in time,
is this the magic of the night
or another cruel love crime
Let's take advantage of everything that we feel,
Let's use every moment that we two can steal
Gomer...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gomer, It's beautiful poem. 'The stolen moments...' the seductively sounds. But still while the wife will not finds the proof ' the cruel love crime' /with a smile/ Tsira