twilight fast approaching, moon is peaking through the trees
your sitting here beside me, flowers swaying in the breeze
your head rest on my shoulder, our hands are intertwined
candles flicker on the table as i sip my glass of wine
we talk about our day but we don't have to talk at all
these moments with you mean the world to me although they seem so small
i know we are getting older and time just seems to fly
my pleasure to sit here every night with you until the day i die

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