By: Patricia Collins
Moonlight enchantment fills the skies.
The air smells like an ocean breeze
that we would sip with a good wine.
Moonlight is reflective in your eyes
and is screams, "Oh, PLEASE be mine!"
Then the clouds ascend
covering the moon
you tear your hand away
but it is FAR too soon!
I want to stay until dawn breaks through;
before we are are torn apart.
For I have been dreaming of this moonlight enchantment,
every since you've enchanted my heart!
Boots Words from the Soul