I saw your face and thought it fair For Moon lit shores your quest be found In dreams I see you are standing there Breeze gently weaving through your hair
The Moon dances with you and I As tide laps the melodious foam Your hair shines like spun gold tonight Because the Moon desires it so..
I saw your face among the throng It beckoned me to write this poem For you alone have moved my heart To pen these words for this Moonlight...
Your eyes and mine may never see This dream emerge from fantasy But if you would take the chance and try and send just one, just one... Reply
Paul
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