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my love poem to nighttime part 1

There is something just so incredibly magical about nighttime.
The quiet hours and the dark sky by the moon made sublime.
Whispered words travel through the gloomy atmosphere,
Nothing is more real than a nighttime word, a sigh, a tear.
The night, with its black cloak and soft embrace, shields us from it all
And it allows us to strip naked, to be genuine, to confess, to break, to fall.
The night is intimate, it’s personal, an old friend whom we can always rely on,
A friend that will listen to the words that we would never pronounce after the break of dawn.
A friend that allows us to get rid of the masks we wear in the light,
And, rid of all veils in its pitch-black presence, we can shine so bright.
The night has been witness to so many things the day will always ignore,
Love confessions, heartbreaks, embraces, and all of humanity’s guarded lore.
The sun, with its golden rays and reassuring and constant presence,
Will never have anything over the silver moon’s hypnotizing essence.
The day shines on people and their lives, whether they like it or not,
It shines on their smiles and happiness, and for this, it holds in everyone’s heart a special spot.
Yet it shines regardless of people’s desire for it to do so because it is free
Therefore, shedding light on their weaknesses for the entire world to see.
For this reason, I think, people seek the comfort only the night can provide,
Under whose protection they can hide, with no expectations to abide.
The moon has seen things the sun never will,
She reached down to dry tears spilled by her admirers on their windowsill.

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my love poem to nighttime part 2

The sun saw mothers playing with their children in parks during the day,
But it’ll never see them comforting them after a nightmare, as on their laps they lay. 
The warm, golden luminosity might have seen a couple first holding hands in public, 
But the cool, silver radiance is the one that’ll hear the first love confession in all its magic.
I believe people feel allowed to be vulnerable when they know they can’t be seen, 
So, when darkness settles and the moon is ready to listen, we drop all acts and say what we truly mean.
There is something so gentle about the way the night starts,
It slowly darkens the sky, prepared to expose thousands of hearts.
When the moon’s cold, glittery fingertips drag a dark veil over which a million stars beam, 
And gently graze my cheek as she looks over me in her infinite and mesmerizing darkness, I start to dream.
When the night falls, people’s true thoughts and emotions come out in the open, 
Knowing they’re lovingly concealed, they utter all the words that have stayed unspoken. 
That is why I love the night, and its indescribable charm, 
It emanates a sense of security, of protection, of calm. 
With its soft and serene glow, the moon, the silent keeper of the night, will guide those who are lost, 
Even after I start to fade, her light will forever hold my whispers and keep my secrets at any cost.