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affection and its growth |
| Time passes as night blooms Within the brilliant moon, Beauty shines downward. Capturing lover’s hearts, As they stroll on a lane. Holding hands, they glance, Into each others eyes, Guiding their hearts, To feel the passion, Of their youthful soul, They take a vow of love. Softly sealing with a kiss, Gentle and sweetly, Passion flows as the night, Passes in time, Moonlight fades, Love continues to bloom. |