Your lips are soft against my ear,
The moonlight streams softly down.
Little kisses everywhere,
I don't notice the hard ground.
Curled up in your arms,
In a place that no one knows,
Out here, fireflies and charm.
Somewhere only we go.
This is the place I most prefer,
Beneath the thin silk of a tent.
No two others in all the earth,
have ever been this content.
A warm glow burning in my heart,
Lighting up the darkest dark.
We doze in our lair,
Me and my bear.
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