The Way the Moon Shows...Part Deaux
By Walter Burns
The way the moon plays off your eyes I would say is paradise Stars that shine for heaven’s show Can only match our afterglow We are swans so rare and fine We form a heart with yours and mine But I digress, its you, whose blessed You, the world and I, your guest Cupid’s bow and Saint Valentine Would like to know that you are mine The angels fight for good and vice Would drop their swords in sacrifice And reconcile their age-old fight To give the land to Canaanites But most of all, our God would weep If all your love was mine to keep So if the world should end my dear I would not mind, with you right here For I can see within your eyes Lands of fruit and paradise And most of all we cannot fail Our love could be the Holy Grail Drink with me to love divine Tell me dear that you’ll be mine Written July 27th, 2001 © on Jul 27 2001 02:42 AM PST 0 • 8
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"The way the moon plays off your eyes..."