Long after the setting of the sun
When the moon comes out to play
Fiction becomes vivid fantasy
Where they always get their way

Before fantasy turned to reality
From somehow out of the blue
And every wish became truth
And every moment about you

Wants became urgent needs
For liquid moments in rapid time
Every touch and every expression
Every feeling in perfect rhyme

From the moment it oddly began
Until the very end of the line
I will love you with all I’ve got
And hope to keep you mine

04/27/2013

Posted on 09/15/2013
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