A Night's Love
Every night I patiently await,
For a knight to be my charming mate.
I look at the moon shining bright
Cool like a shining armor knight.
Silky the rays glide,
Pelting dewdrops alongside.
Gracefully the knight walks by,
Sits on a knee and raises his head high.
Takes my hand and I sigh,
Holds my waist as we sway by.
We dance and we sway
As the nightingale sings away.
He gave me a soft peck
As the silly cloud came to check.
How gentle was his kiss,
It was something I’ll forever miss.
He caught a dewdropp fine
Slid it into my finger which made him mine.
I felt happy and light as a bubble
It ended soon as I’d already seen a trouble.
Alas! My happiness was short lived
The night only had a few moments to give
I struggled in vain and the clouds were grey
He started to leave, but I asked him to stay
He looked into my eyes n hugged me tight
And said our love lasted only this night
He left in despair back to his land
I was left crying crouched in sand
Tears roll through my eyes every night
I look up at the sky patiently awaiting my knight
I hope that my knight will return from the land of moon
Oh! My heart knows for sure this hopes going to drown soon
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