In the cradle of the night’s deep fold,
Where shadows dance in whispered verse,
Your eyes, a solace to behold,
A silent hymn, the universe.
The moonlight weaves through strands of thought,
In threads of silver, dreams are caught,
Each glance, a tale of whispered grace,
In your embrace, I find my place.
Temptations rise, like dusk to dawn,
In shadows, where
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