A moon-kissed vision, a dream's gentle guise,
An angel of beauty before my own eyes.
Like spring's embrace in desolate lands,
Sweet melodies of birds, unbound by demands,
My life, a canvas, seven hues bright,
Stars unfurled, blossoming in sight.
Oh, my companions, near and far,
When did this magic weave its star?
From eyes to heart, you made your way,
Unknown to sight, yet here to stay.
The moon's soft glow, your face it did recall,
A rustle of leaves, your image, standing tall,
In garden breezes, your fragrance I breathe,
Like tresses dark, the storm clouds weave.
Oh, my beloved, my soul's own keep,
When did this magic descend so deep?
From eyes to heart, you made your way,
Unknown to sight, yet here to stay.
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