in Falling in Love Poems
It was not the sight of a night sky
bejewelled with numerous stars,
nor the whisperings from the waves.
It was not the sight of a night sky
bejewelled with numerous stars,
nor the whisperings from the waves.
It was the look in his eyes,
taste of salt on his lips,
when I received that first kiss.
It was not the rippled moonlit path
beguiling us into the sea,
nor the glow of a smouldering fire.
It was the warmth of his arms
and his talk that charmed
it was that - that stayed with me.
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