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Soft glides the night Soft glides the night on silken wings Love’s tender spells to cast, to spring Inspiring lovers, setting scenes To catch a heart, to forge a dream
To catch a heart, the stage to set To find love where one least expects To intercept, stop in one’s tracks One look and there’s no going back
A smile, a whisper, touch her hair Glancing fingers stir the air Tender moments, heart to heart Dreams for later - after dark
Love is like no other jewel It sparkles best reflecting truth Secret signals, tell-tale signs A bench, a park, a moonlit night
Soft glides the night on silken wings A starry cloak, a moon stickpin White gloves, white tie, a calling card With luck there’s one pinned to your heart
© Joseph G Dawson
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