Love’s not a word
By Hanger
Love’s not a word Or a state of mind Love is a feeling you can’t leave behind I Look in her eyes what can I see Two eyes of loving look back at me A tingling kiss of lips so sweet The feeling two souls in the middle meet Warmth and tenderness in her embrace A smile of contentment there on her face A stroll on the beach holding hands No time to notice the shifting sands Out to dinner with a glass of fine wine Others are envious of your hand in mine Home for the evening the music turned low We dance close together ever so slow Where next the mood takes us who can say A night of sweet magic rolling in hay kissing and cuddling right through the night Candles burned low as the darkness they fight Sleep close together content with our love We wake simultaneously to smiles from above For the angels are pleased with what they have seen I am glad that this time it wasn’t a dream Written October 17th, 2001 © on Oct 17 2001 05:33 PM PST 0 • 8
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