A melody may teach a lover where love is.
Silver dressed in the moonlight, bathed by heaven and the evening star
a melody of gold tangling your hair
like a clamor of love caught in a song.
Our voices in the wind, air shapes the sound
of all the moons and suns of the days we were in love.
A tide of feelings and awe and wonder swells inside me.
The awe and wonder of true love.
Anna Maria
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