The Night We Called Ours

Soft breezes tickle the leaves,

Laughing joyously, no time to grieve.

Two young lovers lay to bed,

On satin sheets the earth has bred.

Stars twinkling in the night sky,

Cast from the shine in their eyes.

Oh, what a sight,

Love that has such might.

All powering,

All consuming,

Everything it devours,

On the night we called ours.

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