THE CANDLES DIM

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    THE CANDLES DIM

    Evening passes, Candle dims,
    Lips like fine wine and sun kissed skin
    Eyes of blue,
    Mandolin cries faint and low.
    A warm embrace, a song we know.
    Rest your head hold me tight.
    We move as one by candlelight.
    A soft caress with gentle sighs.
    Bodies sway like a summer breeze
    Evening passes, music fades.
    Your warm whisper low and soft.
    Things we feel, things we see
    makes these lovers hearts believe
    Morning light, you take me slowly
    holding tight.
    Simple pleasures as if new.
    Bodies one.... but, born as two

    Lewis smith

     
    Evening passes, Candle dims,
    Lips like fine wine and sun kissed skin
    Eyes of blue,
    Mandolin cries faint and low.
    A warm embrace, a song we know.
    Rest your head hold me tight.
    We move as one by candlelight.
    A soft caress with gentle sighs.
    Bodies sway like a summer breeze
    Evening passes, music fades.
    Your warm whisper low and soft.
    Things we feel, things we see
    makes these lovers hearts believe
    Morning light, you take me slowly
    holding tight.
    Simple pleasures as if new.
    Bodies one.... but, born as two

    Lewis smith

     
    Evening passes, Candle dims,
    Lips like fine wine and sun kissed skin
    Eyes of blue,
    Mandolin cries faint and low.
    A warm embrace, a song we know.
    Rest your head hold me tight.
    We move as one by candlelight.
    A soft caress with gentle sighs.
    Bodies sway like a summer breeze
    Evening passes, music fades.
    Your warm whisper low and soft.
    Things we feel, things we see
    makes these lovers hearts believe
    Morning light, you take me slowly
    holding tight.
    Simple pleasures as if new.
    Bodies one.... but, born as two

    Lewis smith

     
    Evening passes, Candle dims,
    Lips like fine wine and sun kissed skin
    Eyes of blue,
    Mandolin cries faint and low.
    A warm embrace, a song we know.
    Rest your head hold me tight.
    We move as one by candlelight.
    A soft caress with gentle sighs.
    Bodies sway like a summer breeze
    Evening passes, music fades.
    Your warm whisper low and soft.
    Things we feel, things we see
    makes these lovers hearts believe
    Morning light, you take me slowly
    holding tight.
    Simple pleasures as if new.
    Bodies one.... but, born as two

    Lewis smith

     

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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