In the daylight her mind wonders and questions,
her feelings are strong but she worries and wonders.
And then comes the night, the silver moon rises over the ocean, it trails moonlight as if in a path to her feet, He holds out his hand and she questions no more, her mind settles and she becomes peaceful and content, his hand in her's, his eyes looking into her soul and she is lost in his world where she knows she belongs.
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You are the eternal rose that blooms in my heart.
Your Dark Man eternal.