Lover of the Night

March 9, 2013
The Stars are Her eyes,
The Crescent Moon, Her lips;

And I pray, mine Mortal,
May steal, the Night's Kiss;

For I, am Night's over,
Who comes, by Shadow's Cover;

Who doth, rise up,
Who drinks the Wine, of Night's Cup

For I hold Her, so weetly,
And kiss Her, so soft;

And, for a short Time,
My Soul, wanders off.

I kiss her, Eternal,
Her lips, so soft;

And, Eternal,
My Soul, wanders off...

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