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Heady
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Tonight, we went out,
Not with friends,
Not to celebrate a birthday.
“Tonight, my love, we’re going out,”
she said to me.
Those words slipped from her lips,
honeyed, tinted red.
In her black evening dress,
shimmering like stars in a night sky.
Her delicate curls and her silver watch
made her glow even more captivating.
Or was it she who illuminated everything around her?
By her side, we shared a simple yet unforgettable evening,
made memorable by every detail she had carefully arranged.
Tonight, my sweet love took me out.
A night where I only had to be the man she loves.
I drank only one glass of red wine…
Yet that night, I felt almost drunk.
Was it her? The magic of the moment? The gentle melody of her voice?
Perhaps a little of all that.
What matters is that my sweet love offered me an evening for two,
a heady evening.
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Tonight, we go out,
Not with friends,
Not to celebrate a birthday.
“Tonight, my man, we’re going out,”
she tells me.
Those words slipped from her lips,
honeyed, tinted red.
In her black evening dress,
shimmering like stars in a night sky.
Her delicate curls and her silver watch
made her glow even more captivating.
Or was it she who lit up everything around her?
By her side, we shared a simple yet unforgettable evening,
made memorable by all the details she had carefully planned.
Tonight, my sweet love took me out.
A night when I only had to be the man she loves.
I drank only one glass of red wine…
Yet that night, I felt… almost drunk…
Was it her? The magic of the moment? The gentle melody of her voice?
Perhaps a little of all that…
What matters is that my sweet love offered me an evening for two,
a heady evening.
Another way to let the words resonate, while honouring the voice that brought them to life.
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