Sing to me your oriental song,
Play with me your foreign game,
Dance with me and move along,
Stray away that vicious blame..
And in the candlelight we'll whisper
Words of winter warm as fire,
And when entagled I will linger
Yearning thoughts, future desire.
It's truly hard to spark explain
In how I miss you when together,
Yet know if time could be all mine…
I don't usually reblog, so this must be good.
I love these Moroccan lamps. I live in Abu Dhabi and they have these everywhere. So lovely. :)