The night is an eloquent form; bespeaks
tenderness at your hands, 'tween your fingers,
lips. A tangible silence; look above
the curves... there's a constellation called love.
Have it in your eyes, this jewel that lingers
by the night. Love is only yours to take.
Make of it, a new dust for morning's sake;
love is only yours to take. Take it in.
Between your fingers. In your eyes; your palms.
Let every space be the spirit, Love;
break free, tonight. Give up all your meanings-
be looked at and spoken of, only as
love. Take it in tonight- all this that sings
of you and me and you and me and You.
Have it in your eyes, this jewel that lingers
by the night. Love is only yours to take.
Make of it, a new dust for morning's sake;
love is only yours to take. Take it in.
Between your fingers. In your eyes; your palms.
Let every space be the spirit, Love;
break free, tonight. Give up all your meanings-
be looked at and spoken of, only as
love. Take it in tonight- all this that sings
of you and me and you and me and You.
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