• hmg101p 22w

    ‘Neath the glow of a gloating moon, my soul truly flew. Through fancy and sway. To the middle of the day. Where there, I loved you just the same. No fickle thought gestures me too far. There is never a pale night I dwell, where you are not my star. Come love, and meet me at midnight; or even on a sunny morn. Come follow me back, to our shadowed seashore. And I will show you bright, and brighter still. I will show you passion, ‘neath the gloat of a glowing heart chill...

    -HMG