Your face and mine
A bottle of wine
A soft caress
That nice red dress
The cool blowing mist
frames our first kiss.
We dine holding hands
Away from all demands
You look at me and wink
And the same thing I think
We head out the door
New things to explore.
Last night, last dance
Our fleeting last chance
I whisper your name,
voice full of pain
You kiss my tear,
Say not to fear.
We've got one more night,
So let's make it feel right
Other stories & poems
The Janitor
The Last Night
My First Friend's Wedding
To Be Read At My Wedding Day
Another Day
