There beneath the starfilled night,
bathing in the soft moonlight,
we sat upon a mat of grass,
among sweet scented flowers of March.
A wind blew out from the East,
driving away encircling mist,
leaving us enthralled and awed,
by the fairness of this hour.

Yet in this cool night of March,
as our bodies closed and touched,
a beauty I beheld next to me,
fairer than all that I have seen.
Under the starfilled night we sat,
in this moment we alone shared,
listening to the sighing wind,
stroking, feeling, skin on skin.

In your eyes I saw my own,
by your touch I found me warmth.
You set my once cold heart ablaze,
melting the walls long set in place.
Your words resounded in my head,
losing meaning along the way.
But your caress said it all,
like it always did before.

Even now we share our love,
as we gaze at stars above.
Drawing closer, my lips sought yours,
as my arms behind you crossed.
Heart to heart, our souls as joined,
Witnessed by night's silver coin.
Letting go of our lonely pasts,
Embracing each other everlast.