The moon descended into the lemon forests
and turned into a lemon slice.
You stopped in front of the columns of the marble city
and transformed in an ancient loved one.
I realized you were real when you touched my hand.
We walk among marble columns and exquisite statues.
Our words are an echo of times gone by.
Shadows of souls and epochs dance around.
We are merging with time while winds whisper wisdoms.
If I uplift that stone, I'll find
my golden crest and your ritual ring.
We have lived here many centuries ago.