A poem under that magical moment once in a blue moon real love happens.

I sat under the stars at night.
surrounded by mountains and trees,
you held my hand and everything felt so right.
I was consumed with love and something came over me.
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I looked up to see the bright blue moon glimmering above.
For this precious, moment only happens once, to some.
And I knew this was no ordinary kind of love.
Bodies meshing into one, under a blue moon, kissing until dusk, was done.
T.S.Garp © Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved.
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