With an aura of comfort



Upon the moon I gaze





An echo of love she croaks









From a distant valley





She speaks of sweet whisperings



Born from the lips of a woman





Summoned forth by temptation



I scurry in lieu of the passion



These sweet whisperings bring me





Perhaps this woman may not ever



Hear what I might say but,



She's worth every breath





Oh, how she haunts my memory so...



The cause for my fear of the unknown



Yet, dearly I still adore her







And with a twinkle



Into the dawn she faded...



Misery and I are



Destined to elope







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