Every night he sings to you,
Our lady of the night
I hear him as he sings
His lovely song to you
Every night his song is true
To what he thinks of you
If I could tell you how he sounds
As he sings his lonesome song
It would be as the birds singing
To make each morning new
His song is wild and free
And he sings his love of the night
And I fall asleep wishing
I could join in his beautiful song


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Thanks for sharing it.
D-man
Thanks so much for sharing this with us! You have talent, and I hope you'll keep writing these little gems, and sharing them with us. Hugs.