The moon is watching
And the city trees blush.
Her apartment at midnight,
A kiss on the balcony
Before goodnight.
Her breath is warm
Like a dream beneath blankets
Just before dawn.
Love in this blue misty place,
Her angelic face
Beneath streetlights
Captivates my imagination.
The glamour of the stars
Dancing upon her hair,
How can I ever tell her
I only live for her adoration?
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-glamour-of-the-stars/
