Its 320 in the morning; I wake up with the brightest light shining through my window. I step outside to find the garden showered in moonlight and shadows dancing in and out of hidden sites. I think of you and find myself longing to lose myself in your embrace and soft long kisses Your perfume still lingers and I am lost again in dreams of nights that never end.
Friday, November 1, 2013
Nights That Never End
Its 320 in the morning; I wake up with the brightest light shining through my window. I step outside to find the garden showered in moonlight and shadows dancing in and out of hidden sites. I think of you and find myself longing to lose myself in your embrace and soft long kisses Your perfume still lingers and I am lost again in dreams of nights that never end.
