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Blue moon
You saw me standing alone, without a dream in my heart...
Without a love of my own.
The living room lights were dim, and the couple were holding each other closer as they sway to the rhythm of the soft guitar.
Blue moon
You knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for...
“Without a love of my own,” Arin whispered into her husbands ear, her saccharine tone barely going above a whisper. But Louis heard her.
He’s always listening when she speaks.
Kissing her neck, Louis held his precious lover tight. The couple could sleep standing here if they wanted, a rare time that they can have to themselves.
Blue moon...
The soft taps on the instrument put them at ease; eyes closed and just taking each other in. Never once stepping on the other’s feet.
“Without a love of my own.”