Mar 13, 2024
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Frogs and crickets form a gentle thunder
As we sit on the porch swing of your house
Smothered in a blanket.
Your head serenely leaning on my shoulder,
As we watch the small winds of spring
Rustle through the blooming trees.
The night progresses faster,
But our heart beats grow slower.
Peace is thick in the air we breathe;
Joy eminates from our faces;
The air nearly tastes of the love we share.