We chat'd 'bout gardens
Ivory gazbo's holding secrets.
Romping across the grass
under light of silvery moon;
I fell in love thee.
Thus sitting by the pond holding
hands I nearly swooned.
Twas thy frenchy kiss, doth
m'soul harm not.
Sprouting angelic wings
m'heart took flight.
Tender thy touch; sublime
thee prove to be.
'Tis our midnight sun
brought m'sense back to me.
In hast thy lips sent chills
less ye be compromised.
I bid thee farewell,
with thee m'heart
exhaled; under
natures full moon.
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