Young Lovers
still unscented
from all others
hold warm hands
while smiling at the skies
full of stars in the
winter night of endless
dreams still positioned
within the center
of the welcoming universe
before they fall
just as all have done
before them
and those that
will follow
so breath in
the moment of first
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Lovely opening and closing lines.