For it was 4 am,
The moon had been agreeable.
The stars seemed faded away.
The turmoil, the angst,
The feeling of rejoice.
Bittersweet memories invade.
Wondering what was to be.
A sweeter memoir of love,
Buries all thoughts in vain.
Captivating those eyes,
Entranced by the night sky,
All but fade away.
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