Night Of Silent Love....
It was at the end of the day
Sitting on a dirt road watching the night start to play
The pretty, deep, blue, sky blends into the washing opeg of still night
The time was basking into the darken creation,
In theatrical rivialials of troubleshots in the night
Ah, yes, the glistening, pepperwort in moon spree snapshots in perception
Out of no where a lady appeared she blended this projection in perponderance of realitys life
Through the cortex of happyness and love this projected into a beautyful strife
She ran the water from her babbeling brooks of her eyes
All of this pleasure wanted to go for a swift, clean, ride
Those viberent hazel eyes stoodout for a peek in a world of there own
This my friend I could easyly put upon a thrown
The night came into it's own pleasure
Cheohearently put, with night behind covers,of rear shinning treasure
She walk in the line of being a serious love in dark time blues
I guess it was time to pay reality it wanting dues
A shooting star pass between our eyes of sight
This all became a trin-ket in a beautyful night!
In the silent night of loves delight....
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