In Mist of Moon's Beam
Swagger of sophistication,
her scent endures pleasure air
Way her style carries in light
or perhaps beauty I'm captured
Water drips the brim, I pause;
as if my breath she's taken
Where is such love persist my heart flutter
I am man, surely she love my handsomeness
He thinks to himself,
as the water splatters her heals
She's gone, how I ever capture heart she stole
My silence lost to perception I feel I am not worthy
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