I never dreamed of being here
But now that I am I see
This is where I'm meant to be.
His eyes in the moonlight,
This smile is my dream at night.
His lips are meant on mine,
I wish I could take this feeling and dine.
My arms around his waist,
The rose petals are falling and we are chased,
By the time that tries to get it's verity,
Can this be in the right with it's beauty?
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Drunk under a Streetlight | poetry
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
