Not an evening where we’d walk on a concrete road. Not an evening where the piano strings would matter. Not an evening where the champagne glasses would mark our enthusiasm. Not an evening where an audience would judge our ardent love.
But an evening where we’d walk in woods. An evening where the taps of our feet would titter. An evening where the stars and the moon would be our flabbergasted spectators. An evening where we’d bow on the knee and dance in the shadows of twilight. An evening where we’d sing the chords of darkness and beauty of night. An evening where ‘You’ won’t be and ‘I’ won’t be, but ‘We’ would be.
Tell me darling; won’t you have an evening where our souls would be naked? Won’t you have an evening where I’d kiss the hidden layer of your skin beneath the rose? Won’t you have an evening where we’d dance carefree? Won’t you have an evening where the leaves would be disguised? Won’t you have an evening where we’d don the fog? Won’t you have an evening which would be remembered as a heyday in our history?
Together we’d spur a legacy of wild, passionate and torrid love. Together we’d set a statue of a gaiety, euphoric mood. Together we’d walk, together we’d dance. Together we’d!
What say love?
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