Underneath Luna's silvery gaze,
An enigmatic silhouette can be seen,
With loving words in ink ablaze,
Watching the blinding flames with keen.

Parchments of passion scattered on the floor,
Each one starting with "my darling,"
Endearing messages gifted from before,
All dripping with honey, one cannot help falling.

Reading each testament of adoration,
Every statement of a love unspoken,
The maiden is spellbound with affection,
Of a promise to a forever unbroken.

Thus, as the moon's glow dimmed,
Echoes of adoration refused...