A crescent moon of love

Written by: TaMara Goode

A crescent moon above my bed,
tales of nova stars born within my head.
Purple laced clouds that tease with ease,
honeysuckle filled dreams on a summer breeze.
A sun that never slumbers nor sleep,
like the passion of our love that burns so deep.
My heart that swells with thoughts of you,
your lips that taste of honey dew,
black pearl diamonds that are you eyes,
twinkle at me, and I melt inside.
That touch you give, that smile that shines,
the dreams we share that are our spine.
Whispering willow trees and deep blue seas, 
we are as natural in the visions I see...
we are as natural in the visions I see...

Oh, crescent moon above my bed!

(c) June 2012 TEG