That moonlit night, with the sky ablaze,
your eyes, two stars, time has stopped.
In the breeze, your laughter, a song to the listlessness,
a perfect instant, without fear or plane.
I remember your embrace, heat that defies,
the promise in the air, the magic melody.
To forget it, would never be an option,
For in every heartbeat I keep your passion.
The one I name, as a beacon and longing,
is a dream woven with threads of heaven.
Though time marches on and takes us far away,
those crazy nights are eternal reflections.
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