Beneath an ivy-covered
Mountain temple
among white Cherry trees
and blue-green Mimosa,
there sloped a hill, West
the fragrance of Jasmine
after early morning rain,
and golden light streaming
through wildflower meadows
Mountain birds gathered
row after row for warmth,
and two souls sat quietly
their consuming passion
a love free and full,
bonded for eternity
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