UNDER the MOONLIGHT

UNDER the MOONLIGHT

His and her eyes,

In a secret paradise

If honey was a currency

Then birds and bees would sigh…

How sweet can sweetness taste?

If slow be the dance

With hands around the waist

Glowing in motion

The picture would grow

closer and close…

If not an illusion

and chivalry was deep as the sea

Then the picture would see

Barefoot under the moonlight,

Layed back in tenderness

If emotions were as oceans

Then tears from the stars

would flow like soft falling rain…

If there was such a myth

as Venus and Mars

Then harps would play

And in that moment

all the angels would cry…

All through the night,

Barefoot under the moonlight

If there was a chance

for a bird and a bee to dance

Perchance it could be

as the greatest of romance…

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