Under
The coppice
The two lovers
Kissed
One round of
Kisses
And embraces
Yielded
To another round.
Time did not pass!
In the eye of
The maid
A child shines!
In the muscles
Of manhood
Each embrace
Begets more
- and sweeter!
In the silence
Of the garden
The couple
Grow sweeter
Bolder
The moon
Smiles benign
And
Wishes best!
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