Night, the Illusionist

What emotions we find within us,
Are magnified greatly at night;
The cool lust of the daytime,
Turns to warm love by candlelight.
How leers and lewd whispers,
Feel akin to passion, by light of moon;
And oft, those unknown strangers,
Prove lovers by fall of the gloom.
Soft, it does make, darkness,
A master of disguise;
Many weakness does it gather,
Masking with pleasant lies.
Blind as we are in shadows,
To faults of souls, that dwell;
Light is too sharp to appease us,
Night, with caresses, does quell.

Sreedevi