The Night was soaked in moonlight,
his voice came to me, charming, like the fragrance of a rose.
The stars were under my feet,
My hand was in his.
Is it his smile, is it the flush of red glowing on his cheeks?
Is it his heart, is it the way it speaks my name in a rhythmic trance?
Is it his eyes, is it the way I drown in its languid depths?
Is it his lips
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