We entwine in a season of hope
Cavorting in the bliss we harvest
When with beats of our hearts we grope
Into the future in which we invest
Telepathy, empathy and sympathy we feel
When fibers describe ceilings in our souls we vest
Our best shot into the love
We culture and nurture into an art
Flying our feelings on wings of the dove
Where you and I grow sentiment smart
For each other caring and daring to better bind
Loving better in the new chapter we chart
As your heart and mine in love grow more refined
Ensuring the love we feel grows more streamlined.
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