May I present to you, the first ever poem written all for you.

Perfect Night
Lying under a tall tree
Bathing in the pale moonlight
Finally here alone with you
This is a perfect night
My hand creeps across the grass
Searching for another to hold
Then I feel our fingers entwine
And our heartbeats increase tenfold
We both move in even closer
Our lips finally making contact
Without paper and without ink
Signing a nonverbal contract
Lost to a temporary euphoria
That neither of us wants to end
Gone to a heaven from which
We never wish to descend
Through actions alone we speak
Never questioning their meaning
Just one simple sentence is needed
Are you still breathing?
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