I walked into the welcoming moonlight,
meeting a face of new found familiarity.
My heart fluttered as our silhouettes fled the night.
Our story began, like one of fantasy; a true rarity.
He was swift as a bird,
swooning me each time his hand met mine,
Intertwining our fingers, as our mouths align.
To begin such a thing with a common sight,
How must we ever keep our secret,
as my cheeks struggle to sweep it?
I assure myself that this is a situation of mere lax;
Although, undoubtedly false when faced with facts.
Friend is an ever changing meaning,
yet I feel our romance through that discreet meeting.
What are we now, and what are we to be?
Are you the one who is meant for me?
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