Moonshine
The morning opens my eyes
And like the moonshine lies on the grass
You lie on my mind.
You are the secret,
I am always waiting to tell
You are the song,
That flutters past my lips
You are the heart,
That beats with my own
You speak to my soul
Spring has turned to summer
and with each of these passing days
You have stolen more of my heart,
Hardly stolen though,
As I have found myself handing you
every inch of my being.
You are my heart
Beating in my chest.
You are the words
Coming from my mouth.
You are the very essence of me
For you are always on my mind.
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