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Whispering softly into the nights gentle breeze, the soft caress of the wind mirrors the sweetness of your touch and the light of the moon just a pale reflection of your everlasting love, but still in this darkness I feel a warmth, radiation from the night sky, my sweet flower, you may be be drawn to the sun, but I wish to draw you to my own reflected light, my waxing glow as I reflect your love
Many words I could use to describe how I feel for you my sweet dove, but what good is talking when my touch can do so much more, a truer translation of my soul than speech could ever hope, and oh how I want to show how you set my soul on fire, blinding coruscation, scintillation just the same as which I see in the jade of your eyes admits a sea of sweet caramel, with an even sweeter kiss, but yet just a pale imitation of your fire, bright pyre light from your starlight my starling, calling my name