Silently happening before a roomful of people,
love sitting quietly inside two people as they
dance closely, intimately.
Not noticing anyone around them, eyes meeting,
shy smiles, slow steps in quiet interpretation,
turning around, two souls becoming one through
musical loneliness.
Striding along seashores of elderly being,
love grows hand in hand toward each other.
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