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"One More Night Fever"


A special night
A special time
His eyes like stars
His lips like wine

Upon a hill
The world below
The city slumbers
Its lights aglow

He holds my hand
And cuddles close
I touch his cheek
And kiss his nose

We laugh and chuckle
Just like two kids
I close his eyes
And kiss their lids

His eyes still closed
I kiss his lips
Upon my neck
His fingertips

The dream breaks suddenly
I wake with a start
And my bed feels so empty
And so does my heart...



To The Bee Gees,
"can't we just come back to that wonderful times
 again?"

Gabriela Medeiros




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