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Sunset For Two

Won't you come to me my love
For the hour is growing late
There is a blanket upon soft greens
Lain there for our evening date

Come sit and enjoy the colors
As your hand is held in mine
Like a painting upon Gods' canvas
O' these hues we see divine

Let our bodies snuggle closely
Feel our hearts that beat as one
Lost in our tender adoration
As we watch the falling sun

O' what is that you say my love?
What colors were the skies?
I must admit that I was transfixed
By a different wonder, my love...
Your eyes

~THE FLOWING PEN~
6-28-05








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Sunset For Two