One of the few romantic poems I have written.
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Hands in hands and heads resting on each others shoulders,

Seated near the bustle of a road

And yet so untouched, so immersed

In each others’ company.

He looks at her and like always

Is mesmerized by her sight,

Her face glowing quite like the moonlight.

The moonlight brings together many,

All enchanted by their lovers

For its charisma feeds the thumping

That longs for the heart of other.

The moon does not burn itself

To dispel the cold and darkness,

The moon may only reflect

The aura of some one else

But it is that reflection

That brings together

Many hearts in this world.