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Oct 2023
Under the silver moon’s soft, shimmering grace,
By a crackling bonfire’s warm embrace,
We stand together, hearts a hesitant dance,
In this night of cold, where love takes its chance.

The sea whispers secrets, ancient and wise,
In the language of waves, under starry skies,
As uncertainty lingers, our hearts do confess,
The love we both want, yet dare not caress.

But in the fire’s glow, our souls take flight,
Burning with longing, in the cold of the night,
Your eyes, like stars, in the midnight’s domain,
Draw me in closer, like a moth to the flame.

A genuine love, our hearts softly confess,
In the hush of the night, a tender finesse,
With each stolen glance, and each silent sigh,
Our attraction grows stronger, our spirits comply.

Sensible romance, in the moon’s gentle gleam,
A fragile connection, like a half-formed dream,
In the early days of love, we find our way,
Guided by moonlight, to the break of day.

So let’s embrace this moment, love so sincere,
By the bonfire’s glow, and the sea’s whispered cheer,
In the night, our love story begins to take flight,
Underneath the moon’s gaze, our hearts unite.
Carl Fynn
Written by
Carl Fynn  32/M/Elmina
(32/M/Elmina)   
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