It hurts my heart to leave
To slip away
At an early hour
Like the lover
I never thought I’d be
Leaving behind
Your scented breath
Your olive skin.
Beneath your gaze
I could lie for hours
Listening to your stories
Sharing all your glories
And feelings of sadness
Deep inside you
When your world
Was turned upside down
Forever.
But your beauty
Hasn’t faded
You’ll lure me back again
I know.
Take my hand
Through narrow
Whitewashed floral streets
And caress my cheeks
With your orange blossom kisses
Beneath the ancient
Crescent moon
Who watches over you
Every Arabian night
Til I can return
And let you
Fold me once more
In your soft brown arms
Your magical love.....
Your Cordoban charms.
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Author:
Keith (
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Comments2
So good. Sounds like a magical place. Would love to go there one day.
Such wonderful memories of that place, we all have them and they will never leave us.
Andy
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