Messenger of Love
In a realm where boundaries blend,
The moon, it seems, has found a new abode.
No longer distant, aloof, or afar,
It lingers close, just next door,
Casting its silver orb upon her blue eyes.
Within her gaze, a mystic spell unfurls,
Passions released, like streams unbound.
I sip from the chalice of unleashed desires,
Drunk on the potion of fervent dreams,
As her shining eyes pierce the curtain of night.
Love, oh love, aglow with eternal light,
Radiates from the core of her being.
Her hand held firm within mine,
Becomes the vessel that carries forth
The tender echoes of our twisted souls.
I, a humble messenger of hearts,
Deliver to her my own, surrendered,
Laid bare upon the altar of vulnerability,
Trusting her to cradle it gently,
Nurturing its delicate beats with grace.
For in this realm where moonbeams dance,
And hearts align in celestial harmony,
She, the guardian of ethereal realms,
Accepts the offering with tenderness,
Binding our souls in the shade of love.
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