The Midnight Hour

The ringing sound of his heartbeats

can be heard echoing through her heart,

The sun disappeared behind some distant clouds,

clothing her with a gown of mist till midnight hour,

Moonbeams gleamed brightly revealing his smile in the cold breeze

Feeling his tender touch when a warm

shawl was put around her bare shoulders,

As the long silence filled the scenery venturing

out into the darkness, he uttered his words of wisdom

endowed with the gift of intelligence, tact and charm,

to the one whom his heart has always been opened,

And to whom he has always offered his love and understanding,

Gently he grabbed a handful of jasmine from a nearby branch,

placing them in her dark hair braid sailing down her neck,

Dazzled by his move, she shivered at such a sight,

waking up from her sleep searching for his love.

Therese Copyright, 2000

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