In tuck of the twilight,
In crimp of the moonlight,
In stars all, dull and bright;
I see you every night.
Warmth of earth I walk on,
Gives me sense of you,
To feel you in the mud;
It is such a delight.
When I touch the flower,
The tenderness I gain,
I wish I could hold you;
In my arms, so tight.
The way you run your fingers,
Cool breeze fling my hair.
To look straight in your eyes;
Each time, is a beauty sight.
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