Dulcet scent of jasmine wafting through the air As moonbeams daub the swaying trees with silver hue Luna's glow prescribes romance, the twinkling stars make love a happenstance, as the wind whispers passion, perchance ecstasy will ensue. I see her silhouette in shapely form moving with the rhythm of the trees, my heart flutters as she gets nearer, then she falls into my embrace and our lips meet, and our passion blazes. Was it folly to believe that our love would last forever or would it sink into the dank realm of heartbreak But that thought perished into the fire of our passion as we blissfully drifted beyond the twinkle of the stars 1-31-19