Flowers that bloom in the moonlight, Beckoning, beckoning – The magic of enticement. Just beyond the stars, An old world of fae and gods, Someplace unreachable. Ne’er did as sweet a song As her sound, A lady, Sappho-like, A lover inbound, Singing at the gates. This life is hers, This story is hers, I only exist to play my part, As to please her. She smiles at me, Breathing becomes easy. No mystery of love, My mystery angel.
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