Rolling over silver plains,
in pallor golden, splendour great,
A shy moon in honey,
drunk with love,
In search of conclusions
to a romance half-spun.
Lost in a mirage,
breathless and dazed, burning, melting
but seeking unfazed,
The essence of amour;
The kindred soul
who understands her very core.
Can he match her silent tan,
smile roguishly and still seem wan,
Will he prove her par at dawn?
Will he let her stay sweet and shy,
she giggles as she ponders...high.
Misty moonbeams, her virgin beads
strung on shafts with lazy speed,
She scatters as she glides in bliss,
knowing soon, she is to be kissed.
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