Shadows on a starless night,
Solemn thoughts void of light
Moonlight drifting through the trees,
The soft caress of a passing breeze
Murmurs of thoughts gone before,
The wanton call of the troubadours
Reflections upon the waters of night,
The gentle sough of a raven's flight
The longing of a silent tear,
The pith of ones deepest fears
The reveries of quiet dreams,
The serenity of a coursing stream
The flaming passions of rampant desires,
The dying embers of a Venerean fire
The raging hunger of a roaring storm,
The subtlety in which ardor is born
To believe that reverence is true,
For this, my love, is how I love you.
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