She was in love with the fog

She was in love with the fog.
Mist loved her blue eyes.
Waiting for her on the beach every night.
Dreamy hugged the girl's camp.

At dawn on the banks of the river
The two of them dance minuets.
The girl trusted the mist secrets,
Barely touching her hand.

She's in his arms like a bird –
Circling barely touching the surface
In the meadow, in the flowery whirl.
Dreamy, with stars in her eyes.

The dew melts morning and fog...
Disappears the tale and the spell disappear.
Only to hear the laughter of a couple in love...
And can the mana, moon, deception...