In the silence of the night, hearts collide,
One speaks of love, the other of pride.
With a glance, a touch, they both entwine,
Yet behind the gaze, a scheme divine.
The heart races, the breath is fast,
But beneath the surface, the spell won't last.
Love's illusion, sweet and bright,
Hides the truth in the cover of night.
A smile that charms, a heart that plays,
Love's true meaning lost in the maze.
In the end, they're both deceived,
By the web of love, they both believed.
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