The lady’s eyes spilled fire
as dusk suffused the day
I felt my blood leap higher
each time she glanced my way.

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She drew a tiny smile
that stirred her cryptic face
The air swirled for a while
enchanted by her grace.

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He watched her cross a meadow
skirt swaying ‘round her knees
She cruised lithe as a shadow
aloft inside a breeze.

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An eagerness burned brightly
like fever in his eyes
A hot wind brushed him lightly
as the moon began to rise.

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One night as he lay sleeping
in some familiar land
he dreamed of lovers leaping
through darkness hand in hand.