Exquisite in perfections, sublime in all reflections, this love. So bright, so pure, so right. Rising to the birdsong, and going down on pale moon Rising. Bright rays caress moon peaks and valleys, radiating love and pleasure, which doth please. Perpetual motion of Sun and Moon, together yet apart, sharing only the light, which illuminates dark night. And brightens the whole day, come what may.
Reason for writing:
How love endures through long days and nights, never losing the purity of it's perfection.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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