---Cross the Line
-M. Logan

Silent days, silent nights,
Away from all those city lights.
Silent nights, silent days,
Let's forget those big city ways.

Come, lie with me in a field of flowers.
Come, spend with me those evening hours.
Watch the sun, setting low.
Watch the world, far below.

Let's tell our secrets to the moon.
Let's let her weave her ancient tune.
Come, my heart, my own soul divine,
Let's both jump across that last line.

Feet first, head over heels.
Let's find out how love feels.
My heart will be yours forever.
Will I stop loving you?  Never.

True love divine is now ours.
Till we meet, I count the hours.
We'll watch the full moon rise...
Within each other's eyes...