Our Place
Follow me; I shan’t ever lead you astray
Just take my hand, I’ll guide the way
We’ll end up there in our own glen
Our lover’s field, forever then
Upon the night, that harvest moon
Shall shine upon, permit us swoon
Reflective then in your eyes
My heart then beats
Releasing sighs
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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