Tuesday, January 24, 2006
To my night
To my night no mortal can compare
No fleshy bosom or tender lips
Can vie with a tile touched by nights sweet kiss
To my night no passion can go near
I would gladly never see a human being again
If only I could stay under my lovely night bright starry sky
When out with my night every thing it is so clear
But when she sleeps that is when I fear
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment