Under the open night sky,
by the walls of a quiet home,
I lie gazing above,
to a night, a solitude. Too perfect for a poem. 🤍

The hush of winds,
and holding her gentle hands, 💞
As our fingers slowly,
Fall together, to a piano's strands...

With each key pressed,
The notes dance in a romance,
To the winds, that transcend them more,
For a night of solitude, to love and adore.

The song of silence, we play 🎹
Under starry stretch of the sky, as our display...
Breezes whisper of a gentle love,
A quiet of the night, solitude like an asleep dove.

The plants beside our bed,
dance with the winds as, your cheeks turn red. ❤️
To the playings of the keys,
like a Maestro of the night and it's breeze 🍃

Laying still, under stars and dreams,
With solitude and in a love that forever gleams,
The strokes of the winds, dance the roses red, 🌹

And the gentle purrs of a sleeping kitten,
under our bed. 💤

In this solitude, a sweet magic we find,
As hearts beat together and souls align,
Like a fantasy, of a magic spell...
Of love and peace in this tranquil dell. 🌌


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