Where dew has settled on your cheek,
the moonlight makes a pallid sheen ~
the rest of you cannot be seen ~
the whole of you is pure mystique.
You walk somewhat apart from me,
as though encircled in a sphere ~
I listen but I cannot hear
the secret word you say to me.
Your eyes are shadowed from the light,
I cannot tell what they conceal ~
I cannot fathom what you feel ~
your cloak enfolds you in the night.
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