In the night I hear you calling out my name
Like a spider you carefully weave your web
So I am the moth drawn in by the flame
Tiny billows of rain trickle down my skin
I'm running now faster, breathless no shame
Evading all others and save only you
Bringing abundant love with whispers of hope
Embracing the realm of fiery passion anew
Shaking I glide like wings upon my feet
His touch so gentle his lips so sweet
In the distance the nightingale sings so true
New love is born on the canopy of the dew.
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