Lost Moon

A gentile touch like a breeze,
From a feathery hand on my knee,
My fingers embrace a silky chest,
A sweet whisper like a la-la-by,
A kiss from a rose,
So tall,
So rare,
My heart can hardly bare,

Hazel eyes run over me,
To their lost moon in the night,
He holds me so warm with care,
I never wanted more to hold him there,
I run my fingers threw soft brown hair,
My heart beat runs wild,
With his name in the air.

I loved him then,
And still do today,
How he stole my heart away,
I will never know,
Why did I let him go?

I call out his name,
At night,
At day,
I will call him always,
Always!