Nudging up for companionship
If but through glances, timid
Is warmth enough. And from each side
Of what glares a table, mid!
Alone, by its presence, Angel
Would say all we'd need to know
Of Love's hid things. And here you are;
'Neath its wing; in its shadow!
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