February

7

Moonlight By Derek Sherratt

By night I think I see pass, before me in a dream.
My lady who I do adore, floats on the silver stream,
Of moonlight, mistress of the night.
Whose form I cannot touch.
O’ think of me tonight my love, for I do love thee much.
I be a dream ,I will not last till dawn has shown his face.
For in the brightness of the day,of me there’ll be no trace.
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Dedicated to Linda

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Love Makes The World Go Round
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