Pete's poems from the night.

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Third person perspective.

Hushed lighting, attentive waiters
Doting upon conspirators of love
Wine fuels the passionate hearts
As hands reach across the table cloth.

About them a song weaves in and out
A harmony shared, such collusion
Time shall create this memory
To recall a strength of devotion.

Silhouettes perform before a fire
Flames of a chorus line, dance
Within the mirror eyes of love
Are found thoughts to entrance.

So perfectly cinematic, I see
For the reason is relative
It's not real, I just imagine
In a third person perspective.