That thing called...

Beautiful Twilight,
Stars bright, up-
above.
Luminescent clouds
cover the moon,
There, they have
been standing there,
long since noon.
Leaving imprints
on the sand, as
they walk.

Holding hands,
fingers entwined,
whispering sweet
nothings...

Is this a dream?
I hope not, if
it is, i wont
wake them!

Sigh! that
thing called
LOVE....

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