The shimmer of the moonlight on the lake,
the gentle slapping of the waves,
and the lonely call of the Loon,
whispering legends of love immortal.

You ponder the near silence and serenity,
of the scene, gentle breezes in you hair,
and echoes of endearment in your mind,
you take a moment to say thank you,
to God and those that dare dream.

For without them, there is no scene,
of the simmer of the moonlight,
or the call of the Loon,
whispering the legends,
of Love.


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