One never tires of hearing three little words.
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You
When silvery stars dance in delight
in sheer ebony sky till midnight
there is only one man in my sight …
and he is you.
My heart beats, rapidly pulsating,
every pore full, saturating.
Darling, the moons rays keep on shining …
highlighting you.
When we fall in love our masterpiece
is communication. It brings peace.
Giving and being in love—release—
me unto you.
Stars aren’t the only thing falling, Dear,
and truly I’ll still be yours next year.
Honestly, I am quite crystal, clear—
I do love you.
Romance is a never-ending thing;
that soothes, refreshes like a spring rain.
Every day … love you more that’s plain …
want only you.
There’s so much warmth in your loving arms.
I succumb, Baby, to all of your charms.
I ache to know more, your stories, yarns.
My world is you.
Before we met, I felt so alone,
lacking in cheer, was depression prone.
You gave me hope, found my comfort zone,
Darling, love you.
Psychic wiccan Deja Hamilton pulls shapeshifter Lincoln McCabe from the lake, and the two form an alliance against the covetous older brother who wants Lincoln dead.
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.