Upon a wooden bench the lovers stayed,
While restless winds around their silence played;
Before them waved a crimson flag so bright,
Not sign of fear—but love's eternal light.
The sea stretched deep, as deep their hearts could be,
The sand a carpet by the whispering sea;
The world below seemed distant, small, and far—
For love had raised their souls above each star.
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