Soft as moonlight, warm as the sun to feel, and be felt..as a song to be sung

Bathing in the night, two flames, till they are one

the sun cannot steal the night from the moon nor yesterday, from our tomorrow.

Always the mist that holds like a lover to the mountain giving in the softness of nigth.

Burning coulours of the sunset..emblazoned on the lips of the passion that steals our hearts..and burns so deeply into our souls, till there is nothing left but love...

Steal me with your fire...melt me with your searing touch...till I fall before your, no less a man....only then, will I know my destiny.

author: WindRiver

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