The moon is out looking for you,
while the sun envy now - its true.
On each of them you cast a charm,
Spellbound! Thus drawn to your arm.
You tell it all in a stolen glance,
to halt my world in a trance.
Emotions & words from you render,
coloured desires of an ebbing cinder.
Love me tender, gentle and sweet,
as the sun & moon in horizon meet.
Hold me close and hold me tight,
and fulfill our desires this dreamy night.
Prasenjit©1997-2010
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