The moon is our mirror
It's our mingling of souls
Dancing with a black curtain backdrop
Except in Sugar Hill
Then it's a pinkish blue (some might say purple)
Landscape of poetry
The thorn a sacrifice
From beyond, our lives have touched
Because of some unknown, untouchable, intimate moment
Created by something somewhere somehow
Specific, right?
That is our love. It is your silhouette in my mind
It is our pavement walks late night talks
Bedtime strolls and sheet rolls
It's our mingling of souls
Dancing with a black curtain backdrop
Except in Sugar Hill
Then it's a pinkish blue (some might say purple)
Landscape of poetry
The thorn a sacrifice
From beyond, our lives have touched
Because of some unknown, untouchable, intimate moment
Created by something somewhere somehow
Specific, right?
That is our love. It is your silhouette in my mind
It is our pavement walks late night talks
Bedtime strolls and sheet rolls
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