Sonnet # 220
He fell beneath the liquid moonlight
to an angel on a star studded night
in the night’s ever glowing light
she glanced, she smiled, she flipped her hair
not one word did he utter
he felt strange, queer, something in him didn’t dare
though the heavenly scent of orange blossoms
the sweet smell of romance filled the air
these two single hearts were meant to be a pair
a song of summer love now gently filled the air
night’s panorama overtook them before they got to the top of stairs
the magic of a moment always miraculously and suddenly appears;
Who knows what the fates have in their store
go in try a warm heart before they shut and lock the door
Clyde A. Wray
April 4, 2009
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