tis the hour of enchantment
when the fountain comes to life
when the night grows still
for the sound of lovers
skin to skin
in the lace of moonlight
heart and soul
upon our vulnerable bed
your name upon my lips
our song plays on
in a concert of memories
in timeless essence
in this enchanted hour
I find myself adrift
floating in another realm
heart and soul
with my lover
Copyright © 2013 Robin Amaral