Magic of Winter Night

In the dimness where the stars dully glow
Are the two warm hearts sharing the pillow
They blow the stars out in turn with ease
One by one, every time with tease

Away fades the shimmer by the wind of enchantment
Down goes another one while they wish for true contentment
Counting down the stars, a few more left
Slowing down the pace, and beware theft

No more left, but only the four eternal stars
That neither die, collide nor leave scars

In the complete darkness, then, shines a silver moon
That he takes from the red sock with his wand in hand
To hollow out the centre for a ring: She is over the moon
With pearl drops in her bosom, lip to lip, and hand in hand…

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