I often remember ‘neath the soft moonlight
where we once held hands, held each other… till morn
when you touched my face and then kissed my lips
it was as though I had really been… reborn.
Your soft soft lips as they brushed my neck
feeling your warm breath as you whispered my name
my poor heart just pounded as your warm lips came closer
I knew then that nothing would be the same.
I kissed you and held you and loved you forever
but forever seemed such a short time
cause you loved me, then left me, leaving only the memory
of that night neath the soft moonlight… as mine.
