Flooded eyes of night,
Clapping sounds of sight,
He found her lonely light,
Embraced through many
many nights,
Fondled souls are
always right,

Tears of love spill
through the corner
of her eyes,
As their light can no
longer fight darkness
of blacklight,

Twinkled eyes contrite
to the fire in their souls,
Fallen as leaf blights
to the love in the air,
Despaired to a life of
Loveless moonlights,

Stricken with sound bites
of truth and contrite,

Staged to have run into
his heart on site,
It is time to take flight
hand in hand under
their flurry sunlight
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