Sunday, November 18, 1990

Open night,
starry sky,
me in your arms,
my love flies high.

Cold, gentle breeze,
blowing through my hair,
on top of the world,
without a care.

Waves gently lapping,
upon the rocky shore,
by each other's side,
now and forever more.

A whisper so soft,
a kiss so gentle,
sweet secrets we share,
never to tell.

Our feelings so deep
a strong love we share,
what we have is so special,
true love is rare

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