Tonight I’ll tiptoe to your room,
down the hall in shadows’ gloom,
climb the stair by murky sight,
seeking love amidst the night.....
when I tiptoe to your room.
Hush your words to snooping minds,
meddling souls, a ruthless kind,
wagging tongues, in sheer delight,
feeding gossips appetite....
when I tiptoe to your room.
In midnights’ gloom, I’ll quickly round,
stairways’ landing, ne’er a sound,
creeping softly down your hall,
cloaked in darkness, evenings’ pall....
when I tiptoe to your room.
Douse the light, you’ll hear my tap
‘pon the portal, softly rap,
lightly once, and then twice more,
passion knocks at heavens’ door,
when I tiptoe to your room.
Oh I love that line and all it suggests....'when I tiptoe to your room'....it's just delightful.
An excellent read---thanks!
kat