In the moonlight, soft and clear.
The only sound is love sincere.
Gentle kisses, sweet caress,
it’s the small things, that make happiness.
Sweet soft words, a small embrace,
lingering touch on your face.
Dreams of hope, wishes of love.
Feelings soar like wings of a dove.
Over time those feelings change,
what was once known, now is strange.
Taken for granted, lost it’s shine.
Now the newness is gone,
is love too?
The heart is hurting, hoping for change
wishing for love no longer strange.
Bring back the one who’s dreams were mine
Wishes lost, hope is gone.
Somewhere two hearts have flown
In my dreams its all the same,
no difference, no change,
One day that hope may be restored
back to moonlight and love
kisses and caresses, small things
and happiness.
Becky
5-28-07
