Our minds still a the night,
The stars hanging briefly overhead,
The moon piercing into our hearts,
And the tears were slowly being shed,
A cool breeze flowed through our hair,
Our faces still and very cool,
But your eyes were a delight,
Precious as a glimmering jewel,
Your skin silky smooth,
The goosebumps rises up towards me,
And as my koala of fingers begin to walk,
I would stop and let you be,
The background lighting beautiful,
Yet my view was immensely more gorgeous,
Your hair being tossed into the wind,
And so was our way to flourish,
My dream began to fade,
And the hope had diminished,
Yet the hope still lingered,
Because He's not finished.
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