Remember
You are the star that shines in my eyes,
I am the man that comes in disguise;
Like moths that flutters on wings of chance,
We fly into arms that love to dance.
On the balcony the rose vapor clings,
And the nightingale joyfully sings;
Bringing a light in my heart, a song of desire,
A flame in my soul to light the fire.
The soft embrace with a luscious kiss,
The sighing moments of divine bliss;
The still reflection of luminous eyes,
Where passion flames and apathy dies.
The archer's bowstring triggers a dart,
An arrow to pierce your reckless heart;
Fingers to tumble in your tangled hair,
Arms to hold, a time to share.
The hopes, the fires of lover's dreams,
Flower in the light of soft moonbeams;
The mist of night flows over us till,
The wine of love has sipped its fill
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