He sent to me his love in music
with a note to think about him,
and experience the magic
whenever I listened.
At moon's glance, it glistened
through the window lace,
revealing his presence, his embrace.
And I, wrapped only in candle light,
sang along a memorable night.
Sipping fermented juice of a berry,
the evening would only tarry.
No other soul around,
slowly our two spirits danced
to the romantic sound.
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