wandering lonely on empty streets.
with our soft bear feet.
holding hand in hand,
and trying not to pretend,
feelings so closer to love,
hoping to live in a seaside hove,
trying to speak those three words,
but the tongue going all absurd.
looking into each others eyes,
listening to nature's sweet lullabies.
when moon reaches its full glee,
I just say I love thee .
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