Life in My Lover’s Arms The rain serenades, as your lips caress my skin, The smell of lavender rides the shimmers of sunlight through the window. The birds are singing, as your hazel eyes smile at me, The soft snow white sheets entwined around us. Someone down the old country road is entrancing with a love song on a violin, Laughter bubbles up from children playing in the vineyard. You whisper you love me, In a voice so soft. Oh, what is life lived, if not in your lover’s arms.
Misha Busch
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