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The night's allure, its velvet, silent air,
Becomes the canvas for our love affair.
In moonlit gardens where we dare to dance,
We find the passion of an endless trance.
But know, in immortality's embrace,
Love's beauty thrives, as does its haunting grace.
(2/2) Fini

In shadows, where the moon's soft silver gleams,
I dwell, a creature of immortal dreams.
With eyes that gleam like gems of ruby fire,
In the night's tender caress, I find desire.
With centuries that pass, my heart held still,
I sip the crimson nectar, have my fill.
For in the dark, where secrets gently weep,
The kiss of life, eternal love, I keep.
(1/2) continued

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So, in the magic of 3 AM, with sandwich in my hand,
I'll cherish this tranquility, this moment's gentle stand.
For in the heart of the darkness, a simple joy takes flight,
Eating a ham and cheese sandwich, in the hush of the midnight.

The world outside may slumber on, but here, I find my light.
Each chew a quiet reverie, a stolen moment's bliss,
As I savor every morsel, in this world of midnight's kiss.
The world awakens slowly, but I'm in my own domain,
A ham and cheese serenade, a culinary refrain.
In the stillness of the early hours, a simple pleasure's found,
As I devour this sandwich, in silence all around.

The bread, a canvas waiting, toasted to perfection,
A canvas for the masterpiece, a late-night confection.
The ham, a savory embrace, its aroma fills the air,
While cheese, a creamy blanket, adds comfort to the affair.
As I layer on the ingredients, my senses come alive,
In the stillness of the early morn, a moment to survive.
The mustard's tangy zest, a hint of mayonnaise's grace,
A symphony of flavors dance, in this sacred, secret place.
I take a bite, and time suspends, in this 3 AM delight,

In the quiet of 3 AM, a world in slumber lies,
Beneath the moon's soft silver glow, under starry skies.
I find myself in solitude, a whisper in the night,
With hunger's gentle beckoning, I rise to seek my light.

In the dimly lit kitchen, a sandwich calls my name,
Ham and cheese between two slices, a simple midnight claim.
The fridge door opens silently, a soft and gentle hum,
As I assemble flavors, this late-night culinary sum.