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You and me
and a bottle of wine,
watching snowflakes drift down.
That's the way
it should be
Words are easy
unless i try to speak.
Dreams are easy
reflections of the way
it should be,
dominated by
the deep brown of your eyes.
Lost in their resonance,
I have no will
of my own,
there is nothing you can ask
I would not do.
That's the way
it should be.
You and me
under the pale moon light,
where i steal a kiss
witnessed only by the stars.
Walking hand in hand
to cricket music
and the warm August breeze.
At least, that's the way
it should be.
Anon.