starred at the moon above the night sky,
a horizon so blissful it was like a scene in a fairy tale.
Stars littered the blue ice coated blanket
that kept the warmth of the heavens beyond our reach, the
shield which masked the euphoria behind the divine being.
I stirred to meet your milky cat-eyes starring at my unwholesome being,
whom like a lifeless lump looked on transfixed on your perfect self:
Each fire of passion relayed a million emotion-laden words,
the longer the silence the louder the love,
two hearts communicating in several ways though through unspoken thoughts.
Silence they say is golden, speech a mere counterfeit composed of rust.
Two souls starring each other down with passion sublime, each entwined in the other through the passage of time.
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