Diane Mangal
Fever
When I saw you there
I was struck with a fever,
One day if you should ever wonder.
Our life is a woven pattern
We were not born to die,
When the tambourine would sound like sugar
Everyone knows it’s a celebration.
When the moon is sweet
I will be yours,
I saw the look of
A ghost in a forest
I feel it deep in my sense,
Appears like everywhere
Boy and girl are in love.
I remember when we climbed
The mountain just to
Wash the clothes,
I know you will never let my feet
Stumble
There’s blessing all around.
I long to be where
The sun shines all evening,
And when the tambourine
Would sound like sugar
Everyone knows it’s a celebration.
Your every word could not
Be more sincere,
Because when the moon
Is sweet,
You will be meant to be
Mine.
There’s no loneliness in darkness
Anymore.
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