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The Night of the Blushing Moon
The Night of the Blushing Moon
High up in the air it was, that night;
Blossoms of cherry nearly touched the mauve river... What a heavenly sight!
The house-boat slowly meandered along, the peach reflections;
"May I be permitted to share my life with you?" Asked he, voice throbbing with unspoken emotions.
Eyes like the depths of the forests of old;
Strands of hair falling on his forehead, chestnut brown; smouldering, impassioned gaze, a ring of gold;
Blind to the pink sprays he was, "So innocent, unblemished, cheeks d
usted rose-red," said he;
"A shy, sweet bud, the moon as the witness," the stream sprinkled with carnations pearly.
Sprigs of blooms and petals swirling;
A lunar knight who holds out his hand, fondly smiling;
The approval of the lune-kissed trees;
This vessel of affections shall conjoin with the silver seas.
"My lily;
Purer than the serenity of lakes in the misty winter, chilly;
An oath sterling;
Scarlet, pale... thread of fate's colour... Devotion soaring."
