The mystical night of love,
And the divine beauty of the moon,
The fairness of a maiden shining bright,
Morning I can see coming soon.
Thy eyes bright like a star in the sky,
Glaring into the lovers heart,
Penetrating happiness into it,
In the form of a lovable art.
Lips red, cherry alike,
And a questionable smile,
Are thee in love?
Or is there still a stroll from the love aisle?
Thy walk the untrodden paths,
Thy fairness none can match,
Through thy eyes none can understand,
Is thou heart open or locked with a latch?
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