GOOD NIGHT, MY LOVE

They leisurely stroll

down the moonlit path

Their shoulders brush

as he takes her hand

Soft to the touch

Her eyes, beguiling,

She leans into him

and catches him smiling

 A serenading breeze

follows them for awhile

He’s enchanted by her presence

and her dazzling style

The path’s end draws closer

He pulls her to embrace

Her lips, breathtakingly near

He kisses her, cradling her face

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