Sweet light that shines above me so bright,
I beg that ye shine forever, and a night.
Music I hear whenever ye talk,
I need ye so near as in the moonlight we walk.
Lips of crimson, eyes of blue,
as ye look at me, God smiles down on thee so true.
Whispers of love we say in the night,
passion, and hope, dare we such plight?
Dreaming, and hoping all for the day,
when into the night shall we slip away.
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