Sweet night
The night is warm and sweet,
The pavement's cooling fast.
Under the birch tree we shall meet
And wish for this to last.
Your smile will make my poor heart race,
Your touch will make me weak.
Softly I shall touch your face,
You'll carefully kiss my cheek.
We'll take off into this blessed night
And talk, and laugh and play.
We'll look at all the stars so bright,
While lying on the hay.
And when the sun erases the moon,
We'll say our soft goodbyes.
The terrible end has come too soon.
Oh, how the good time flies.
By Anna Monis
© 2009 Anna Monis
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