Eventide At Nile's Shore

The night was conforming to our silence,

However, the wind was blowing gently,

We supinely gazing at twinkling stars, 

Counting on the promising memories,

Of our domesticated relationship,

Though I had been promising mysteriously,

She was emotional arousal endearingly,

And we set off seventhly to promise land,

Giggling like kids playing hide-and-seek.