When night descends, a shadow's grace,
upon the evening's weary face,
When night descends, a velvet shroud,
upon the twilight, hushed and bowed,
your memory, a whispered plea,
through pathways of my heart, you see,
your memory, a tender art,
that wanders through my aching heart,
When night descends, a silent tear,
upon the evening, drawing near.
You, a sweet intoxication's hold,
within my gaze, a story told,
though days may pass, and hours flee,
no peace I find, in reverie,
a thirst unknown, upon my lips,
a yearning that forever grips,
a thirst that blooms, eternally,
why does this ache consume me?
When night descends, a solemn sight,
upon the evening, bathed in night.
Your presence, a torment's gentle hand,
that stirs within, throughout the land,
each moment, filled with trembling fear,
my heart, it beats, though you're not near,
your presence, a whispering breeze,
that rustles through the heart's dark trees,
each moment, filled with nameless dread,
why does my heart beat, in my head?
your fragrance, a perfumed art,
that spills and blooms within my heart,
your fragrance, a lover's breath,
that lingers, even in death,
When night descends, with stars alight,
upon the evening, holding tight,
your memory, a fragile gleam,
through pathways of my heart, a dream,
your memory, a tender art,
that wanders through my aching heart,
When night descends, a final plea,
upon the evening, silently.
When night descends, a shadowed sleep,
upon the evening, secrets to keep.
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