A flower for you, a flower for me.
In this meadow, with our hands entwined,
We are happier than two souls could be.
Though we are still young and naive.
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Now having read the first of your poems, I can't tell whether this was before or after. I suspect that it was before as it holds an innocent simplicity. Nicely written.
The beauty and purity of love, new and lasting, well worth keeping around.