The night in shining armour
Rediscovers my moonlit memories.
How the mighty are humbled
When uncovered by the moonbeams.
Treasure of my beating heart
A taste of your honey lips,
The forgetting that happens
When we’re together.
The wasted hours
When we’re apart
And I long for wine and song again.
Safe, with you in my arms.
Sí, mi amor. Sí, mi amor.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Originally published 10 September 2016