This smile you held
continuously by tickling
my ears with your
Tangled in the rays of the sun
the morning has come
the birds have spoken & the wind
sings over the land turning our glances
in magnificent direction
What tune do you call for the dance
what match do we strike to ignite romance?
the Girl whose curls fall beneath her lips
there is a face in the crowd to which I must address -
if mine is hopeful
and eyes fall the same
Let us dance thru the midnight and kiss under the rain
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