"perchance you see the moon?"
"aye, tis but a glimer"
"not here, here clouds envelope it but for whims. i see it in its full though, and aye, it be fullest to its beauty"
"glorious this night, as nights past?"
"i wouldn't say as nights past. for i have not taken in all the nights and all the moons from the begining of time, but tonight seems to strike a chord in me"
"ah, but whom has? these nights are the only in which we have."
"which is well, for the weariness of life would be too large of a chain to drag, even if it would be to see nights like these for eternity"
"nay, nights as these dimmer to those spent in thy warm embrace"
"for if i would have to spend eternity to thy's warm embrace, and thy spend in mine, i feel as if eternity would pass as sand courses through my fingers"
"but as eternity, the sand would be never ceasing."
"and that truly, would be monumental"
"aye. it would."
*rests head on shoulder* "my eyes grow weary with these passing of seconds. stop time my dear, for if