Treasure Island

Jay Aguiniga

(Scottsbluff Nebraska)

Autumn Love


I be missin' you baby
I be callin' you baby
Here we lie.
Just you and I
See the ice
sprinkled throughout the midnight sky
So romantic, so precise.
No worries,
Just our love,
stars move above.
Here I am
What a gem,
Here you are.
Another night under the stars.
The cool autumn breeze,
Brings the chill
Inflaming an inner melodic theme.
love tumbling in free will,
Dreamin' a pinup dream.
Our vise,
staring deep Into each other’s eyes.
Let fate intervene,
We don’t want routine.
Take the time,
Master this desire
Specialize this lifetime.
Forever will transpire,
Right before the eyes..
Baby…love together is the prize.

Submitted: Saturday, September 19, 2009
Edited: Saturday, September 19, 2009
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