The Moonlight
In the stillness of the night,
Beneath the soft and gentle light,
Our love blooms like a flower bright,
With every moment, burning bright.
In the glow of the silver moon,
Our hearts beat in perfect tune,
As we dance to a lover's croon,
Our spirits soar, a weightless balloon.
Enveloped by the magic spell,
Of the moon's luminous shell,
Our love story weaves and tells,
Of a love that forever dwells.
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