Just Another Love Song
Ask Me In December, Babs
Alabaster skin is hiding just beneath her
Silken summer gown
Keeping all her secrets for her lover, to be found
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Moments caught in time and kept forever in one place
Even as the clock reveals that time is fleeting on its face
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Innocent intentions play sweet music without sound
Nothing could match the rhythm as true love is being found
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Dance with me in moonlight
Eclipse the morning with your kiss
Come to me in hints of sunlight
Expose my weakness with your lips
Make the magic in me shine
Before the sun through windows slip
Express the truth I need
Remember, when you ask me in December
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (4)
love the format!
Every line is poignant and beautiful
Love it!!! ❤️❤️💕
Super unique and clever, great job! Come to me ... I loved those 2 lines ...