You grasp my hand gently,
But with a firm and knowing hold.
Feeling comfortably fit I relax,
Conforming to our love’s mold.
I feel the corners of my lips
Turn upward towards the sky
Whilst you trace them with your fingers,
Releasing only but a sigh.
The trees around us sway,
In a pattern weaving unto us-
Winding into our souls path,
While the wind feeds to progress.
My love for you continues to grow,
As my shaking hands conform to a beat.
While my partial maze of a heart,
Stands unfinished for you to complete.
Echoing chimes enrapture the field,
As we move to the melody of our souls.
I rejoice within your embrace,
For you are the source of my feeling whole.
Our hands remaining locked,
Our lips tasting pure and utter bliss,
As our immortality of the moment,
Is sealed with another kiss.
 
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