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"The moon, inquisitive and coy, whispers softly,
"Does your love shimmer like stars, adorned in jewels?
Do gold and silver grace his lips divine?"
But mine is a love untouched by vanity,
He sees beauty where darkness dwells,
In his unassuming gaze, I find solace.
He, the beacon of my nights,
Treasured by many, yet cherishing few,
In his hands, my world rests,
While I stand in awe of his radiance.
Such is my devotion,
Unknown to the moon's gentle glow,
With insecurities and infinite patience,
I owe him, my eternal love."