When Daylight fades on the sill of the world,
And the Sweet Kiss of Moonlight seeks my face,
It is Then I feel Your presence closest to my heart
And know the Joy of Your lightest Touch.

When the Spangled Night is caressed by stars,
And Tranquil zephyrs Intoxicate my Senses,
It is Then I feel the Warm Touch of Your lips
And Shiver in the heat of Your Love’s Devotion.

When the night lark Sings to the Glistening Dawn,
And Venus in her orbit Traces the Ebon Night,
It is Then I Know Your Heart was made for mine,
And Weep in Love’s All Encompassing Splendor

~Morgan~
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