Gift From Above
Mystical magic beneath a flowing silver moon.|
If I could but place words, capture her heart.
I should put pen to paper, make her swoon.
Twinkle little stars, on blank page, like art.
I am not responsible for thoughts fleeing on mariah.
I would, if I but could, what I've written sing out.
Each written line makes passions' fire grow higher.
Silver moon, twinkling stars, on wind no doubt.
Within a dream I spawn writings of love.
All that is written great gift from above.
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