So tender is the night When you lie Love With me When all the world Is still And the clock Says half past three I look upon Your woman face You gave Your world To me Sleeping sound And peacefully Dreams Of love For me Gently I kiss Your lips And thrill At thoughts Of more I love you So much It seems Can ever There be more?Penned by~ George Carle ~"A Lover's Reflections" Isle of Coll, UK© copyright, 2003 (all rights reserved)