In the
coolness of the morning
sparing moments here in magical tide
I would meet you without question
to share a starry gaze a look through the sky
from the start
there was this kind of glow
the start when it’s right
you’ll know,
fascinating love’s a secret
an ancient riddle with no reason or rhyme
unpredictable the muses they play
never knowing whether teasing or shy.
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