Under the starry sky, do they sprawl,
Gazing at consolidation of the stars,
Shimmering, tinkling, twinkling on a par,
Listening to orchestra, from a house not far,
Brooding over the midnight musings,
Holding her hand and the secrets oozing,
And all of a sudden, the agony goes away,
With her by his side, his thoughts never sway,
A shooting star comes down their way,
He closes his eyes, and wishes she stay,
She has white wings, doesn't belong in this clay,
Yet he desires, she stops soaring, be his cray,
But she's an angel, not of this mudane,
Her beach is the sky, and the stars her grains,
She comes to him in dark and fights his demons,
And flies away after she vanquishes those treacherous gamers,
But he falls in love with her every night,
Demons do not torment her as much as her flight,
Their hearts are caged but heartbeats synchronized,
They lie on the turfs waiting for the fiends,
Yet they don't fret, nor they fear,
And then come the monsters, dark and drear,
She takes her sword and scare them off,
But doesn't kill them, and make them scoff,
These eerie creatures are the reason she comes here,
To find her true love in the warmth of his breath,
In his arms, her only solace,
She flies again, and abides on the moon,
To come again at night, to her home, her room,
Which she finds in his affection,
She reckons their will be no rejection,
This is how their love's ought to be,
A sapien and a fairy, dancing in the glee,
And waiting for the hour of separation,
Because, it's worth all salvation.
