In moonlit whispers, shadows dance,
A tender glance, a stolen chance,
Her eyes, a sea, deep and wide,
Pull me gently, like the tide.
Soft laughter lingers in the air,
Her smile, a spark, a beacon fair,
Words like honey, sweet and low,
In the night, our secrets flow.
Fingers brush in a fleeting touch,
Hearts race, the feeling's much,
A whispered promise, soft and near,
In her presence, all is clear.
Under stars, our worlds entwine,
Her soul, a light, a sign divine,
With every breath, a silent plea,
For her, and only her, to see.
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