Night time brings on whispers
soft as a southern raindrop
Dripping words of passion
each night brings a new crop.
Like a star shooting
across the soft night sky
Each word has as an aim
to please the watching eye.
Some words send kisses
to smooch awaiting lips
Sweet as honey dew melon
they carry lover's scripts.
Over miles and mountains
deserts and river's bend
Each with a special message
from lover to lover we send.
Not one shall be a waste
let their meaning arise
and spark another conversation
to be seen lovers eyes.
Del Cano 2006 July
Friday, July 21, 2006
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