To the evening she lends her beauty,
Beyond the moon and stars,
With veil of passion
Held within,
She promised to be mine...
Her perfume rides the gentle breeze,
As I climb her rising stair
In awe of silken beauty,
On the night of love we call ours.
Each step brings new sensation
Of stronger love's creation
On this night of love we call ours.
Come climb the rising stair with me
Let our night of love begin.
Unleash that veil of passion
Held so long within.
This night of love we call ours
Is forever you and me.
Submitted: November 2nd, 2003
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