When night arrives in brilliant splendor
Her heart is not akin
Discontent envelops
An emptiness within
A heart in fervent passion
Wishing for her man
To be ever close beside her
And in his arms again
The moon sometimes casts a shadow
Upon her lonely heart
Yet still illuminates
On love that will not part
With each star, she has been granted
Many special wishes
For he is all she'll ever need
To be lost in their kisses
She is thankful knowing
Her true love's by her side
She thanks God above her
Each time that night arrives
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You truly have a flair for writing Ms Lillian and the sentiments you express in your verse are rare and lovely. To make the reader feel as you feel is indeed special.