Illusions trip over his glance,
its magnetic whisper—
murky man from the moon,
serenading stars.
Below our reckless journey
in speeding cars, blind and wild,
our laughter attacking midnight.
Oh, my wind-swept hair!
Aren't we dapper again,
moving with legs that couldn't embarrass us?
The grains of darkness drizzle silently
like rainbow shades melting on skyline clouds.
The silk of onyx spreads with untamed night
as moonbeams weave for us sequestered dreams,
draped with sequins we breathe amorous air.
Fresco of star-crowned sky we want to be,
framed in ardent glint of our youthful love,
night seems new enough for us to be young.
Let's dance in long, wistful loving glances.
Underneath the spell of seductive night,
On a canvas of spellbinding romance.
With cravings and thirst for flickering limbs.
Gentle, poetic touch, ardent embrace,
A soft kiss, a symphony of desire.
Nurturing intimacy and closeness
As the clear night is young, and so are we.
The night is young and so, my dear, are we.
(All right, that’s a cliché but that’s just me)
Let’s have a wild night and paint the town red.
(Oh dear, that’s another cliché I’ve said)
We’ll tour all the bars, drink whiskey galore,
Then to a night club and take to the floor.
But, of course, we won’t be doing those things.
We’ll just sit here while the nightingale sings.
I lied at the start, if the truth be told.
The night might be young, but we’re far too old.
The night is young, and so are we
Starry skies, calling you and me
Moonlight drapes a gentle, shy glow
Time stands still for whispers to flow
Your heart I hear, a happy hum
The night is young, and so are we
With mine it beats a pair of drums
In your ears I sing like a bee
Warmth of feathers rises and boils
Across the soft, salmon-smooth soil
The night is young, and so are we
Let us swim to our dreams at sea
Oh! To heaven I rise with you
Into the parting night of blue
Yet still with you I hate to flee
The night is young, and so are we
The night is young and so are we, well back
then we were, young love
hell bent to make our marks upon the world,
sadly we grew up
and grew into godforsaken rigid
rules of impressing
bosses and each other, now I just ask
can we please go back?
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