The Night Sea
Nuzzling to me in
The darkness of night you whisper.
Is it murmurs of love boundless?
Or promise of being till death.
The utterance mysterious
Casts a spell on me
I stand rooted
My eyes searching for your face in vain
The pall of darkness
Mocks me
As I crave to catch a glimpse
And give a face to the voice so dear.
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