Gazing through the starlite there is an image in the night, seeing the soft light brushing up against her soft long hair. There the dim light reflects her beauty as she calls to me, making a motion with her hand. We meet to embrace in our warmth under the shadows of the sky. Our lips meet and linger there for what seems like an eternity. Only under this starlite can we recognize the power of the night, lovers at last.
