When the moon came down upon me
One night as it shone the most
I thought you were there just beside
As I got that whiff of scented rose,
Love which we both bore in hearts,
Then we perhaps both felt strong,
And the moon yellow, large and low
All that quietly witnessed for long,
The night had thus beautifully turned
Into a delightful hour of communion
You and your thoughts when laid bare
All my pent up passions young.
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