The Dream of a Full Moon
The moon hung in the sky like a painted picture
The moon was full and had a shine of freshly spun silk
The breeze was slight to cool down the hot night
The blanket of comfort was laid out
It was a night to begin like no other
It was a time when nothing else would matter
It had been a long build up of chemistry tension
It would no longer be after tonight
She was as beautiful as any I had ever seen
She had eyes of sparkle like the night stars
She held my hand tight and touched my heart
She was an angel with passion of delight
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