Moonlit Serenade In the quiet of the eve, With the cold breeze’s flow, Holding hands of her moonlight, Walking with her glow. The moon shone brighter, Blacking out the stunned horizon. The stars, jealous of her charisma, Watched her outshine the sun. Gods disguised as rain, From the heavens, descend down, To feel the warmth and wonder Of the girl who wore the crown. The trees bent in greeting, The wind played with her hair, The earth embraced her footsteps, While the mist blurred the air. We stop, stand eye to eye, Hand in hand, near the distance, And I whispered that she was The pulse to my existence. She then pulls me near, And our lips brushed together. I too began glowing, when Still fell the weather. Without saying another word, We just strolled ahead. The night itself shut her eyes, As our radiance slowly spread…
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