Our Time
In my head are thoughts of youSome serene some obscene
But all will make me smile
Come with me and dance the night
Hand in hand we will wonder for a while
Till mid night's stroke
You my Cinderella
We lovers hidden away from all
By fantasy's umbrella
And in this bliss can I but hope
To steal your gentle kiss
Come with me
And our magick will we make
For my time with you is Eden like
And your touch ner will I forsake.
Poetry by John A. Mcculloch
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Written on 2006-11-23 at 10:23
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