I stole a rose
from a gentle garden
and slowly slid the stem
behind your ear
the silent night
had softly spoken
as I watched the sun
light your burning hair
kidnapped and chained
with no stain of remembrance
but for the diamond angels
in your eyes
you took my hand
spreading your magic sands
and the chains suddenly turned
to butterflies
and the moon, it smiled
as the sun bid farewell
and we danced ourselves
upon the stars
and so if tomorrow
the memory book should close
this sweet fairy tale
will always be ours
the night
we danced on stars
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