Two cups of coffee, amidst midnight's breeze,
Under the crescent jewel, away from sunlight streams,
Conversations never seemed this fun,
Tomorrow, please! Please! Don't come!

Amid the caffeine’s freeze, she pleaded,
"Kiss your wife under the crescent jewel,
Whisper sweet words, make her feel brand new,
Embrace her light-spirited soul, let love bloom,
In the midnight's breeze, beneath the moon.

Tomorrow will come, as it always does,
But, under this crescent jewel,
Your love shines.

A timeless bond,
husband and wife,
forever entwined."

She’s … She’s … She’s …
My wife,
My love,
My life.

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