The whisperings of sweet nothings in his ear,
How else would a lover want to hear
His beloved's words,
Sweet murmerings in softish tone
For him, and him alone.
Bliss would explain it all
This feeling - this moment - shared together
Of rapture - of a lover's pleasure
Bringing a smile upon his face -
Lighting up his eyes -
As if returning from another place.
Gently so as not to break the moment
They look upon the stars
And see the fleeting moonbeams
Come descending from afar
Knowing in essence this to be but the truth -
Lovers then, Lovers now,
And Lovers until the final bow.
Now playing: "Misty"
Graphics & Verse by Lizzytish/Musings