On a warm night in August, a lonely beach sighs
By the light of the moon, two strangers meet
Brought together by a force unexplained
The rhythm of the waves plays on.
The beauty of the night surrounds them
They stand toe to toe, uttering not a sound
Their eyes connect, such volumes spoken
A fire ignites; their souls in-tuned.
A gentle breeze swirls at their feet
Nature weaves Her gentle magic
Whispering promises of perfect love and perfect trust
They feel Her presence within their hearts.
The moon shines bright on this Blessed night
Dare they touch and break the spell
Or shall they continue to be
Nothing more than strangers in the night
StacyAnn D. Lazowski, August 8, 2001
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