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The stars shone brightly.

The moon sprinkled magic from heaven above.

The night is calm.

In the valley of love.

An owl hoots.

The deer are like statues.

My sweetheart is sweet like an apple.

The juices of love flow freely.

Winter storm,

Safe and secure in my sweetheart’s arms.

Pretty face,

Scented body in satin and lace.

Snow is deep.

Through the window a chill creeps.

Passion seeps.

Happy tears weep.

Frank was suave and smooth.

In his Fedora hat, he looked so cool.

Man, Frank could sing.

Voice that tugged at the ladies’ heartstrings.

The world lost a great crooner.

When the Chairman Of The Board passed.

His music legacy will always last.

Pure romance is dancing under the stars and moon.

Listening to Frank Sinatra King Of Croon.

Darling, the path of our love has been very smooth.

Because in my heart you lit a fuse.

My soul never sings the blues.

A flame of love that always burns.

A wheel of passion that always turns.

A bird of romance that always flies.

A garden of happiness that never dies.

Remember darling, sailing the River Seine.

How good it felt to be in France.

Under the Paris sky, we sailed.

The morning mist we could smell.

Remember dancing through the night.

Me holding you so very tight.

Remember strolling through the Louvre.

Nothing beats the Paris groove.

Night comes to the meadow.

Two lovers entwined in the shadows.

A soft rain begins.

Bringing tingles to the skin.

The air is fresh.

Lovers fest.

A night bird sings.

Bells in the heart ring.

A lover’s fling.

Sweet love is the cream.

Always impeccably dressed.

A song his smooth voice could caress.

A smooth singer from days of old.

The golden voiced Nat King Cole.

When he sang, the ladies swooned.

The stars seemed to shine brighter when he crooned.

A voice so soothing.

Lovers felt as if cloud cruising.

Half moon,

Brilliant stars,

The air is brisk.

Sweetheart’s warm kiss.

A horse neighs.

Two lovers in the hay.

The coming of fall.

Cool love calls.

Darling, remember how you kept tapping your feet.

How you could hardly sit still in your seat.

Looking at Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire sing and dance.

Ah, the days of glamour and sweet romance.

Watching Fred and Ginger glide across the stage.

Turner Classic Movies will always be the rage.

When you saw Fred and Ginger, you would lose worry and care.

Because when they danced, you could feel magic in the air.

Remember darling, our exciting date.

You and I cruising the highway.

In my sky blue Camaro Z28.

So in love without a care.

The wind blowing through your lovely hair.

Riding down the highway so wild and free.

Your soft hand upon my knee.

Feeling your body heat as you moved closer.

As your head lay upon my shoulder.

Remember darling,

Walking hand in hand.

Through the gates of Graceland.

Remember when we sat in Elvis’ pink jeep.

Your hug felt so sweet.

Remember how sad you felt.

When you saw Elvis’ grave.

You seemed to feel his spirit.

A heartfelt moment to keep and save.

There was magic and Blue Hawaii.

All that day for us.

Elvis Presley Blvd and Graceland.

Ultimate bliss for his greatest fans.

Moonlit night,

Feelings right,

Bubbling water,

Jet streams.

Bodies mesh,

Warm flesh,

Stars shining above,

Jacuzzi love.

Flames dancing,

Wood popping,

Satin and lace,

Love by the fireplace.

Soft rug,

Tender hugs,

Sweet kisses,

Lovers’ wishes.

Hot desire.

Bodies on fire.

Ecstasy and passion.

Complete satisfaction.

The stars shone bright tonight.

One star shone brighter than the rest.

That star reminded me of you darling.

The brightest star in my life.

One star stood apart from the rest.

One star made my heart pound like a jackhammer.

One star excited my soul.

Giving me tingles from my head to toes.