Our field:
Past the tall grass
and through the field,
two lovers lie
and never yield.
In the sun's warmth
The lovers kiss,
With true passion
And magic bliss.
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And through their day their loving grows,
They do what they couldn't before.
The kisses stop only for breaths
Their lips longing for more.
Everlasting glory of love,
Their lives together will start here.
And the daybreak of tomorrow,
Is the ending that they both fear.

