The moon shines forth in splendour bright
Soothing with its majestic sight,
And I pine ever more
For my beloved who is dear
Who stays afar and is not near,
Like she did once before.
The silvery twilight bathes me
As if it is some fervent plea,
That I mutely reminisce
Moments of togetherness lost
At threshold of love we had crossed
That I now sorely miss.
Will see again her lovely face
When I will be through with life's race,
But in another guise
For I know she awaits me there
Tidying up our restful lair
That lies in paradise.
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