On the porch steps under the moonlight glow,
With my wooden guitar, it’s a sweet, slow show.
Fireflies dancing in the warm evening air,
Each strum tells stories that we love to share.
The cicadas sing along, their rhythm so right,
Wrapped in a blanket of those southern nights.
Your laughter spills over like a fountain of dreams,
In the soft serenade, nothing's quite as it seems.
With a slow twang, the world fades away,
We’re lost in the magic of a summer ballet.
Your eyes shine brighter than the stars up above,
Every note whispers, this is true love.
We'll watch the sunrise paint the sky gold,
And I’ll play our song ‘til we're both old.
In the hush of the twilight, our hearts take flight,
Living forever in these southern nights.
So hold me close, don’t let the moment depart,
With every strum, darling, you’re stealing my heart.
The fireflies flicker, then fade out of sight,
But we’ll keep on dancing through those southern nights.
As the shadows grow long, and the day drifts away,
I’ll cherish these moments, come what may.
And when the moon rises, casting its light,
We’ll find our forever in those southern nights.
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Porch steps, wooden guitar, slow twang, fireflies, southern nights