The sweet fragrance of orchid blossoms wafts through the night,
The glimmering stars are revealed and gone is the day's light
Fate has made this an impeccable time for a rendezvous,
A meeting of entwined souls, souls like me and you.
And in your eyes I see an entire, magical universe
More magical even, than the exceptional orchid flowers,
And your voice, of course, a remarkable melody,
A symphony of mellifluous musical notes, to me.
And at that unforgettable moment, under the lunar rays,
Love and you shalt be loved, said the moon's gaze
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Those on love are most definitely far fetched.
Hm. Trying never hurt anyone.
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Poetry#14 on 8 March 2017 Poetry, Prose. Words bled from the very soul. Musings of an occasional poetess. 'Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words. It is an abstract art, and I am, but a mere artist ' - Edgar Allan Poe ©wordalmaniac 2016
