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A love poem, star crossed lovers |
| And with bated breath, their lips tremble in sweet anticipation of when they next shall meet... ... a sigh of longing, and a pang of joy coats their hearts in their rapturous reminisce. With sweet surrender to their living dream, their eyes close to capture their immortal adoration in a place beyond social schisms and bridled liberty... ... where their love is allowed to be, and eternity embraces their hearts in glorious celebration. |