When sunlight skims skin to glisten,
As moonlight calls dark night to listen.
When day’s cloud mystery bends to reason.
There we are; amidst paradise season.
Then we travel to the season’s lair;
Bearing giddy hearts without a care.
We pair our love in warmth’s abode
Along paradise season’s enchanting road.
Mark not this season on a schedule.
Paradise season has no firm measure.
It remains sustained at love’s highest level;
Thriving through time in perpetual pleasure.
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