Couples

The cool evening light
is flattering for lovers.
Makes shadows softer.

Free souls’ encounters,
face to face and eye to eye.
Meeting of spirits.

True close encounters,
face to face and eye to eye.
No need for makeup.

Our light, in our smiles.
Our beauty, in our kindness.
Said the sage elder.

To have and to hold, 
they promised each other once.
And meant it so, then.

‘Our secret,’ she said.
‘Art,’ said love, unveiling it.|
A private showing.

‘Today, now,’ said love.
‘Tomorrow, not yet,’ she said,
postponing herself.

She told love her truth.
With dissenting opinions,
love stayed anyway.

… 

They walk quietly,
holding hands, looking ahead,
having said it all.

Amazed, riveted,
marveled at the mystery.
Free from worry, fear.

Surprised, curious,
considered the idea.
It’s all possible.

They, indifferent
to everyone, everything.
They’ve fallen in love.

Feels good to see you,
to hear, smell, taste and touch you.
It’s good to love you.

Unsure, worried, scared,
tense, quivering, quavering.
They jump all at once.

They dove off the edge,
emerged on the other side,
shivering, smiling.

Young couple in love,
frolicking on the fresh grass.
Stopped when they saw us.

Keep going, don’t stop,
don’t curb your enthusiasm!
Your joy is our joy.

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