They sat close yet somehow out of time
sharing a passionate embrace
pale trying to mask their active presence
that private moment pursued
both lost in an innocence and intimacy
of such an intensity.
Not brash nor loud a true young love
you could feel emotion
closer bonding as each second elapsed
no lies told between them
every word true from heart and mind
their souls were aligned.
Sharing one cup of tea like a love ritual
she sat face hidden by a hat
every visual facial movement was hid
a private viewing for her man
their essences were entwined as one
brighter than the burning sun!
Out of time they went into their own dimension!
The Foureyed Poet.
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