In a dark sky of amethyst
Where moonlight's pale and stars are kissed
A rose she blooms into poetry
In dreams of when and what could be
Where moonlight's pale and stars are kissed
A rose she blooms into poetry
In dreams of when and what could be
A fantasy, vision of love
Is calling her through skies above
His voice is kind, his words sublime
The softest song in tender rhyme
He is the night, she is the rose
He is the moon that lightly glows
He is romance, she is desire
The flame is lit, the spark of fire
He is the moon that lightly glows
He is romance, she is desire
The flame is lit, the spark of fire
As sunlight sweeps a brand new day
His words may fade, slowly away
But still she dreams of what could be
This rose that blooms in poetry
His words may fade, slowly away
But still she dreams of what could be
This rose that blooms in poetry
Oh
my
love.
It seems it is far more then
A queer pain around the heart
that can't be scratched.
all things fall apart & become attached.
Love is more then a four letter word
It's an elastic band of emotions
That bonds two hearts as one
cast out in the sky; The Moon & The Sun
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