'Mid twilight's tapestry, hearts intertwine,
A dance of spirits' grace, a love's embrace,
Romance revealed, an ageless tale divine,
In murmured oaths, they claim their rightful space.
Beneath the crescent moon's soft argent gleam,
Their fingertips meet, igniting hidden fires,
Like fireflies that in meadows cast a dream,
Their love's pure luminescence never tires.
Through whispered secrets traded 'neath high stars,
Their faith takes...
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