Crimson.
Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2016 8:59 pm
Crimson, was the color of the dress you wore,
the night we danced out in the square;
the moon-glow on your face was love,
the breeze, it ruffled through your hair.
We danced, the way that lovers often do,
embraced, we swayed to music of our own;
and dreamed the way that lovers dream,
our fear of nervousness had surely flown.
You were my beauty, I was thus captured,
bright and lovely, delicate and fair;
we circled slowly in each others arms,
hints of scattered rain were in the air.
The aura of your eyes were shining lamps,
that gave assurance to my longing heart;
that there was a bond of love between us,
within which we were forming a new start.
Crimson, was the color of the dress you wore,
the night we danced out in the square;
and when the rain came gently falling down,
they were a pair of us... that did not care.
the night we danced out in the square;
the moon-glow on your face was love,
the breeze, it ruffled through your hair.
We danced, the way that lovers often do,
embraced, we swayed to music of our own;
and dreamed the way that lovers dream,
our fear of nervousness had surely flown.
You were my beauty, I was thus captured,
bright and lovely, delicate and fair;
we circled slowly in each others arms,
hints of scattered rain were in the air.
The aura of your eyes were shining lamps,
that gave assurance to my longing heart;
that there was a bond of love between us,
within which we were forming a new start.
Crimson, was the color of the dress you wore,
the night we danced out in the square;
and when the rain came gently falling down,
they were a pair of us... that did not care.