Moonlight glimmers on the ebbing ocean tide.
Morning sunlight glimmers through majestic pines.
Firelight glimmers on the hearth of polished stone.
Constellations glimmer from an ink black sky.
But all these wondrous objects, though with beauty laced,
Cannot project the light I’m longing most to find.
My humble heart awaits most unashamedly
Love’s glimmer in your eyes that says you’re truly mine.
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