Romance

Silver stars are dancing— Oh, the night is for romancing! Lovers, fate are chancing and from eye to lip are glancing, hoping for a taste, and the blood begins to race. The water soft is gushing on Night’s shores, quietly rushing. Lovers’ cheeks are blushing, their faces close are flushing, locked in a gaze, eyes begin to blaze. The moon is brightly shining on fingers intertwining. Lovers inhibitions are resigning, on mossy banks reclining, possessed of a day, Eros’s dewy-eyed prey. The perfumed breeze is blowing, the red blood quick is flowing. Lovers’ gentle aspects glowing, and time seems to be slowing. Unknowingly afraid to let the feeling fade.