DAWN   

He came in the darkness of the night,
To guide his steps was soft moonlight.
And his voice was a call to the one waiting there,
He moved to meet his maiden fair.
To touch her with a soft caress,
To pull her close, against his chest,
To gently smooth the silk of her hair,
To breathe her fragrance,fine and rare.
Two souls melted then, as into one,
A night of love,that’s just begun,
But one that slips so quickly by,
Gone when the dawn lights up the sky.

© 2002 Loree (Mason) O’Neil

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