The shadow of the night.

A shadow comes by late one night.

When I go out in the moonlight, my shadow is by my side. Her eyes gleam like a cool summer breeze. When I go to bed, she is there in my dreams. When she has spoken, all the silence is broken, and when she walks, it's like a dove with wings. Why is she here? I know I love her and she loves me. What does it all mean. When I fall, she tries to catch me, but I end up on the floor. I can feel her love; the scent is so strong. If I light a candle, a breeze comes by, and she blows it out. But I need her by my side, or I will end up on the other side. I wish I could make her my bride.