The moonlight bathes your beautiful face,
My heart thumps and begins to race,
Your raven black hair is falling loose,
Your love is like a tightening noose.
You are choking the life out of me,
But that you always fail to see,
My heart is sounding like a drum,
What a silly fool I have become.
Your face moves closer to mine,
In the moonlight you shine,
I stay still, frozen in fear,
Only a fool will you find here.
Still your lips part, moving close now,
How do I kiss, how, how,
Must remember, time is waning,
All my memory is straining.
Ah, but instincts should be blessed,
This kiss may be one of my best,
As I wrap my arms around you,
And persuade myself it’s true.
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