Seen from a distance not too far,
Under a single, rounded star,
they exchange glances filled with fire
playing on Pan's ever seductive lyre,
Dancing through the trees,
the forest comes to life with them on their knees,
as between is shared a look of satisfaction
that roots to the depths of souls hand-crafted.
For eachother were they made,
and this they know for truth,
and in this lonely glade they embrace,
perhaps finally reaching lover's thoughts uncouth.
But never once doth they break their vow,
as only a melding of souls do they allow.
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