Stolen moments
by cricketjeff on March 6, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
As the moonlight slowly trickles in between the apple trees
We must cuddle ever closer from the chill
There is no way I can measure all the pleasure of the squeeze
And the shivers aren’t from cold but from the thrill
There’s the sound of children’s laughter from a life so far away
But for now they aren’t the centre of the scene
We have smuggled just a moment from the troubles of the day
To remember all the times that might have been
Next you find the flask of brandy that I thought I ought to bring
As we ran away from ever-seeing eyes
And we swig a little treasure and our hearts begin to sing
As the passion of the spirit’s a surprise
On your lips I taste the girlfriend that I knew when we were young
And such nights as this were lined up in a row
Now we lose ourselves in loving as we find that spring has sprung
And the rules are still the same as long ago
Just a moment made of magic in a life that’s really sweet
And we sneak back past the sentries to where scenes like these complete
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