Tete-a-Tete
They met with their hearts full
In their private place
He is his finest
Her in her lace
By the grove of old pines
That swayed in the breeze
It was their desire of oneness
They wished to appease
Their secret seclusion
Was a short walk from town
Under a blanket of stars
They laid themselves down
They had their own Language
Were their words fell still
It was the dance of a dream
Tete-a-Tete was fulfilled
10 Mar 2008
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