I remember when we fell in love;
It happened slowly, then all at once—
Like the transition of the endless sky
On its journey from day to night.
It started with the twinkling of the stars,
And ended with the pearlescent sheen
Of a full and perfect moon.
As the sun retreated for that day,
Rescinding its harsh yellow glare,
I remember how our skin seemed to glow—
Either with anticipation for the night
Or from the burgeoning shine
From a fresh smattering of stars.
Far from the smog-filled aura of the city,
Our outstretched arms seemed close,
Tantalizingly close, to the bedazzled sky.
The sky had continued its ancient cycle—
From cyan to salmon to amethyst to indigo—
While we waited with bated breath
For the opalescent moon to appear,
Her soft light lending its magic
To the night, making us shine like stars—
And you were so beautiful.
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