"HONEYMOON CRUISE"
by Tom Zart
The gulls have gone long ago
As we sail a peaceful sea.
The skies are blue, soft and kind;
Where else would we wish to be.
Late at night, as we embrace
In front of a reggae band.
You kiss me, and then you whisper,
"I want to be alone with my man."
A little after midnight
We both slip away.
In such of some time
For the games lovers play.
Alone in our cabin,
Your skin is so soft.
I?m just that angel
Who fell from aloft.
After twenty-five years
Of our love has gone;
It's a honeymoon cruise
We find ourselves on.
May the Lord show mercy
On any of those,
Who have never been loved
Or ever been chose.
Tom Zart
Author of
Love, War And More
Published by
Publish America
2005 All Rights Reserved
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