THE HONEYMOON
A secret sweet as honey flows,
From silken peaks where moonlight glows.
A gentle chill, a soothing rest,
A calm that cradles dreams the best.
Her blushing cheeks with fragrance stray,
A maiden’s charm lights up the way.
Why are these sighs so warm, so near?
The tender breeze hums soft, sincere.
If fear and doubt should cloud the skies,
Peace fades to valleys where silence lies.
If modesty veils your lovely gaze,
Hide it gently, in twilight’s haze.
For night will wane, as moments pass,
Grant the sweetness this love may ask.
