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Poem: Moonless Night

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Moonless Night

She watched him as she sewed,
her needle moving smoothly,
her needle moving smoothly
through a cloth of blue and gray.
She watched him as she sewed,
the man with violet eyes,
the man with violet eyes
that she never saw by day.

His smile was soft and wistful
as he sat beside the fire,
as he sat beside the fire
and watched her work away.
His smile was soft and wistful
his hair was midnight tangles,
his hair was midnight tangles
that fell in lovely disarray.

Something stirred within her
as she watched him watch her work
as she watched him watch her work
with his eyes of violet gray.
Something stirred within her
as she gave him back her own smile
as she gave him back her own smile
then quickly looked away.

He almost was a stranger
this dark haired man beside her
this dark haired man beside her
who beckoned her his way.
He almost was a stranger
But she remembered how she met him,
But she remembered how she met him,
and cried for him that day.

She finished up her sewing
and knotted up her thread then
and knotted up her thread then
and put it all away.
She finished up her sewing
and got up and rolled the bed out
and got up and rolled the bed out
and beckoned him that way.

She held him in the midnight
and listened to his heart beat,
and listened to his heart beat
as they waited for the day.
She held him in the midnight
and as she let him love her
and as she let him love her
she knew she loved him too this way.

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