When minds feast on beautiful thoughts,
Summer wine flows in our talks;
When eyes speak what the words have left,
Then you and I must settle down to tequila sunset.
When the evening drapes the black velvet cloak
And preens itself at
its sequined glow.
When the shooting star aims its bounty at us,
Then you and I must ask for a blessed togetherness.
And then, in the soft glow of night light,
The sleepy eyes wish for dreams, rosy and blithe.
When dreams lull us into a peaceful retreat,
Then the promise of a new dawn must we meet.
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