Like the mystery
of the crescent moon,
My dreams rhythmic
atmosphere radiates love's tune,
I can feel my sweetheart's
eloquence stirring my longing soul,
Her responding desire
only time will unfold,
As my mind's eye
reflects past passions of crime,
The question appears
`Can perfection be divine?'
And then an angel
gently whispers through the softness of my sleep:-
"Don't let love
pass, it's all yours to keep,
And as to your love's
response, its not as immortal as it seems,
Destiny can be carved
through the shadow of your dreams,
For love such as
this surely never dies,
Search deep your
heart and there the answer lies,
Destiny and fate
both await the fragrance of love's mould,
As once prophesied
by the magicians of old."
Upon waking, fortunes
favours eroded my inhibition prompting such a dare,
For no-where on
earth can beauty be found so rare,
For somewhere within
such a vast universe untold,
My sweetheart's
love for me reciprocates the desire of my soul.
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