You and I strolled the path
gliding thru the best of vision
pleasured by all of the images
caused our heart's collision.
Besieged by likes of a rose.
Hyacinth or cypress tree
lined the path and posed
as standards of royalty.
Under gold and yellow sky
prefer to call it destiny's roll.
Stunning, the sights of the eye
a most lovely deliberate stroll.
Nothing more might be touching
as our foray, seems a bit pelagic
knowing how I shall be clutching
and loving you neath "Night Magic."
Del Cano 2004
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