Dreaming of Love
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The setting sun swings from gold
To deepen into bloodshot red.
And as I sit alone upon the sand,
Of a long forgotten inlet bay,
I feel its fainting warmth, its ending joy,
As ill-omened gulls glide overhead
And screech away their hideous song.
I gaze into the gathering gloom,
I see your face, lovely and fresh,
And feel your soft and tender skin,
So velvety under my caressing hands;
O how I wish and yearn you were with me
To share the sun's last warm embrace,
To let you mesmerize me with kisses sweet,
To dream with love the night away with me.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2021
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