The chill in the air forces the heart back in time,
To a place so awesome, no words can describe.
The night was clear, the moon and stars were near.
A crackle or a pop, broke the silence without fear.
The ghostly cloud swirled into the air.
The heat grew stronger on the skin left bare.
A smile ever present, gleamed in the night,
Glances shared, those eyes, intense and bright.
Flashes of passion, memories take flight.
Then the crusade of the never ending fight.
Blinking the moisture and wiping the cheeks.
Lonely for the missing shadow, eyes seek.
The distant owl lets out a "Hoot",
Startling the dreamer no one can suit.
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