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Do you remember when we became lovers?

Moonbeams were like recording angels under

The forest canopy and filmed our first kiss.



We laughed during the warmth of that first spring

We became lovers then; from then on our hearts

Knew no separation and our fate was decided.



The hollycocks grunted and the cat-tails swayed

Over blue grass as if it heard the rhythm of the

Plaintive hemlocks dancing in consort with moonbeams.



We had clandestine meetings with the moss at night

And secret tryst in cemeteries as the tufts of grass

Were privy to our stay there; everywhere became sacred.



During that subsequent winter, snowflakes mimicked the

Patterns of the designs of our love and trees swayed in the

Wind as we approached as if to extend their branched arms



No one could pretend that they loved as much nor could it

Be chronicled by any balladeer or singer of odes for the

Moonbeams and the stars became our chronicler of love.