~ The Eighth Day ~
If There Were An Extra Day A Week I'd Spend It
Talking to faraway friends on the phone
Giving my soul time to catch up an atone
Lettin' the wind run wild through my hair
Listenin' to music that plucks my
heartstrings bare
Remember a love an bask in it's glow
Rockin' my baby to sleep soft and slow
Dancin' in the kitchen to an old music tune
Sippin' honeysuckle nectar from flowers
by light of the moon
Be swept away by love til it seems unreal
Show someone how much love I can feel
Lunch in a quiet forest sittin' upon a log
Playin' hide n seek with a lover in the fog
Replenish an store a supply of patience
Lettin' one benefit from an experience
Taking the time to read a good book
An maybe go wading in a bubbling brook
Have no interruptions to our quiet solitude
Refuse to be rushed an let none intrude
Write a how-much-you-mean-to-me letter
Run thru woods with a young Irish setter
Lay in the grass and Indulge in a dream
Gather wildflowers by a flowing stream
Feel, heal, touch, caress an offer my love,
Lay in a field counting white clouds above
Kiss a stranger and fall in a trance
Relishing the thoughts of a new romance
Go into the storm and dance in the rain
Be alive, no pretenses, no stress, no pain
Share a candlelight dinner with a friend
Laugh so much that in double I'd bend
Watch a romance film with tissues handy,
Maybe even enjoy a little forbidden candy
Have a party with good friends I know
With wine, laughter and candles aglow
Look at the night sky with stars so bright
Share a warm bath after by soft moonlight
Put on some soft, comfy, cozy, cotton
And fall fast asleep, til all time forgotten
On sheets freshened by sunshine an dew
And dream a passionate dream of you
by ...... IrishWarlock
Copyright © 2005 - Irish Warlock, All Rights Reserved.
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