Wrote for us an esoteric tale,
In a specious cuddle, drowned in moonlight,
Thou and I, In a yacht set sail,
To the abode of hers in the clouds,
Bickering like the mighty rain and shine,
In a quest to appease the massive crowds,
Gargantuan egos, yours and mine,
Would we ever in our separate ways exist?
Or blow up in a cloud of smoke?
Would we merely in the others' dreams persist?
'Halt!', In a booming voice she spoke,
And laid to rest our crazy whims,
'March to the rhythm of thy hearts',
She opined as the moonlight dims,
And the smouldering fire in us starts,
To crackle, And the moonless night enwraps,
You and me in a warm embrace,
The twinkling in thy eyes it straps,
Our throbbing, tired hearts in place!
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