True Love
When the moon shines on your face,
I feel the warmth of the sun.
I feel your beauty beckoning me into your arms.
The soft touch of your hand on mine
When the moon shines on your face,
I feel the warmth of the sun.
I feel your beauty beckoning me into your arms.
The soft touch of your hand on mine
in Ocean Poems
It roars like a lion,
Yet so calm and sincere,
Like a refined diamond.
Much beauty lurks here.