To chase the evening's silhouette
that shadow of perfection,
a hinting breeze upon my lips
gives tips to her direction.
For on the storied midnight
did her shade befall my eyes,
I chase the evening's silhouette
til death or love's demise.
Purposed infatuation
a moment passed by heaven's grace,
given and reliving
every line upon her face.
Unmarred as I'm unsettled
place the chance on no regret,
that shadow of perfection
chasing evening's silhouette.
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