How the night cannot contain
Your love consuming, surrounding, sustains...
Now the moon a'lights the tides
casting moonbeams by our side.
Words fails to speak, but the nightbird tells
Our love wakes late and stirs us well,
Dusting dreams in twilight's den
We drift away from dawn till then.
3-18-06
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A prose, concise but heavy with flamboyant and beautiful imagery, that expresses a love that will never grow old. Saccharine, sweet and ultimately, very potent. A wonderful read. - K.