Summer Night Without Your Spouse
When the silver moon tangoes out, with a lyrical hum,
And my heart beats like the gentlest drum.
Then, does my warm breathing hearspeed,
Oh, it is then, you, just you, I so lovingly need!
Come here, oh so close, bright, sweetheart of mine,
Crystal Anniversary glasses of chilled, Chardonnay wine.
It is then..that with moonlit tears do I awaken,
The sad realization, by God, was ‘twas years ago you were taken!
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