Whilst the Moon Begets My Love
The warm bed we keep is under siege this loving night
Ghostly shafts of the moon's light flicker to plunder my sleep
I stir with tender desire under diffused moonbeam's delight
Your warmth resides near to draw me closer to your cheek
In the darkened night I secretly kiss you tenderly
Your sleepy mystique with eyes closed lies profoundly deep
Under the lamp of the white-gold moon that renders my sight of thee
Your beauty appears, extolled as a sublime portrait while you sleep
Your breath so muted and low, your heart's sweet beating unfolds
Into the moonlight’s imparted glow that charms
Each line, every silhouette, disclosing your enchanted soul
Here as we lie as still as death sleeping in each other’s arms
Whilst the moon begets my love
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