First Touch Of The Dusky Love

When I saw him for the first time,

In the moon's flickering reflection over the lake, his eyes were gleaming like the most divine Pearl.

And as the Dusk's breeze was touching us, we were feeling each other's aura through it,

With the meeting of the night's darkness with the flare of the morning, his soul was also meeting mine

The birds chirped a little more slowly as if they don't want to awake us from this sinful yet the most puerile dream

The Dusk also became unending as if it doesn't want the sun to invade this endearing stillness

It seems as if the heavens don't want us to avert from this "first touch of the Dusky love".