There’s a mystery behind
This unusual flower
That comes forth
During the moonlight hour
Blooming to the lesser light
This beautiful white blossom
That came to me at night
The voice of my Beloved knocks
A sweet smelling scent from Thee
Saying, open my love
Come sup with Me
Then by the break of dawn
He closes the Door
The beauty is gone
2008 Patricia A Moore
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