With the night
Close at hand
I take pen to paper
And write poetry
On love and thankfulness
That caresses
My heart with sweet joy,
Letting haloed blessings
Eclipse my smile
Each time
I pick up a pen
With the night
Close at hand
I take pen to paper
And write poetry
On love and thankfulness
That caresses
My heart with sweet joy,
Letting haloed blessings
Eclipse my smile
Each time
I pick up a pen