The smell of Jasmine in the air the glow of the sun hung low the shadow of your smile is inviting and the night things murmur low
The sweetness of a summer's night the warm and waxing moon is bright and dancing past the clock's toll is right lighting bugs all in flight on a jasmine summer night
Talk of winter, do, A season of romance, too! Warmth from hearth and heart, friends and much more, sitting apart, the world passes by them, they have each other to warm them, what care they of winds or snow, when basking in hearts-glow?
452 posted on 12/06/2004 7:53:53 PM PST by Old Sarge
(In for a penny, in for a pound, saddlin' up and Baghdad-bound!)