There was no moon in the sky:
only the sound of the rain in the night,
only the sight of me holding you tight,
only the touch of the wind when I kissed your eyes.
The rain fell down softly outside
and I pulled you so close that I was inside,
Feeling your heart skip as lighting flashed by
I tasted your soul as the thunder made us cry.
Trapped in your arms I don't want to be free.
Lost in your eyes, please God, no one find me.
'Cause I'd tear a hole thru space and time
just for your body to be next to mine.
You are my Neruda moment.
Here's to my time with you,
and here's to all those things we do.
Here's to the way your eyes grow and flash
just like the night,
that night,
I was inside your laugh.
A park pagoda washed in a summer rain.
You and I locked in a lover's embrace.
I imagine some images won't ever leave me,
and this image leaving me would probably kill me.
Trapped in your arms I don't want to be free.
Lost in your eyes, please God, no one find me.
'Cause I'd tear a hole thru space and time
just for your body to be next to mine.
You are my Neruda moment.
Body of my woman I AM in your grace.
My thirst, my desire, my favorite name!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows and the infinite grows.
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