Tender Is The Night Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

Tender is the night
And also is your light,
Warming the cockles of my heart,
And giving it wings of flight.

Tender are your words,
And the love songs we have heard,
Melodiously floating down to me,
Never once have been absurd.

Tender is your touch
That I love so very much,
With the gentleness and tingling
Like a fluttering dove when winging.

Tender is your kiss,
Sending fireworks to my lips.
When touching mine, it is divine,
And fills my soul with bliss.

Tender is our love,
Sent to us from up above.
May it always shine bright
In even pale moonlight,
For tender is the night!