A World of Love
In the wine-colored dark of the night, as we stroll
in the dim-lit gardens of our honeymoon hotel,
we listen to the orchestra, as violins vibrate,
highlighting our love with tender music of olden times.
In our embrace we whisper sweet nothings.
We savor the singing of a choir of crickets
as they jump among the sweet-smelling petunias,
listen, guitars tune in an amorous crescendo of love.
We’re in a world, our very own, a world of love
which beckons as it's time for affections,
that echo through the stillness of the night.
Whilst hand in hand our hearts are warm.
Our passage is illuminated with fiery fireflies
emitting their oscillating unearthly glow,
a flash dance or a moonlight ballet,
so pleasing to the sight, a feast of nature enhancing
euphoria that increases in a culmination
of a passionate harmonious symphony of love.
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