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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.