"Afterglow"



Song Playing: "My Playground"



I can recall now the sweetness of your urge...and of your courage...

Gentle is this side of your nature
That never occurred to me till now
This side of you I know now

I must tell you now about
This something I came to know
And that something left

An afterglow...

While recalling the sweetness
Of your gentleness...
And this side of your nature
That I've come to know

I must tell you I wonder a little
And find myself living through
Your reawakening where you left

A sweet afterglow

If you were here now, love, to see me and to send to me now?
Again this afterglow?
And for me to feel again
The warmth of this glow?

Shining and calling out for me?

And it's through your knowing
Of what surpasses the sadness...
Of where I find myself now
Embraced in your afterglow

In you, with you, and truly yours...

What I sought, you surrendered and returned through a pulsating glow residing in your heart, your soul and your worldly desires...

A smile I now wear and I treasure...
Tho I live another thousand years...
I'll never regret going there
Knowing I will be with you there...

Across this sweet afterglow where appears a promise
Of better days to come

And with it a glowing smile that has found it's place upon your loveliness

This I cannot erase...
This magical smile adorning your face...

I cannot and will not regret the day
I called you back to me...never did I dismay...
While savoring this sweet nectar that embraces my soul, this fire of passion, these embers of coal...

As I lay here reflecting in it's sheer light of your sweet afterglow...and of your everlasting love I've come to know...

I can always rejoice in how you answered my quest for your touch while sending me your gift of love that shimmers, sparkles and glows in the night...

Sending out it's irresistable essence

Of a sweet afterglow...


"Brought to you by Dan Crenshaw
December 26, 2001

Copyright 2001
All Rights Reserved


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"Talk not of wasted affection! Affection never was wasted;
If it enrich not the heart of another, it's waters returning back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882) (Evangeline. Part ii)



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