She promised, as I lay waiting.
Seems it was eons ago.
Yes, I remember the night,
As the moon did glow.
She smiled and said:
Take my arms you fool.
For here I am a loving miss
Just waiting, waiting for a fool.
And when the night was over,
She fled beyond the hallows din.
Yet, I could still hear her laughter,
And it left me with a sly grin.
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
A cheeky little number George...:-)
Diana...