Valentine Poem by Milda Morse

I step in pools of moonlight,
I bathe with such delight.
Please come and join me dear.
We will splash throughout the night.
I've sprinkled flower petals.
The fragrence is devine.
It pulls your sweet memory
So close to mine.
Come my dear
This is pleasure!
You must feel it,
It ripples on your soul.
Dearest when we tire,
We will lie on soft grass.
Perhaps we will build a fire
And hear angels sing
And play their lyres.