One man and One woman,

hand in hand,

eye to eye,

singing to each other,

that silent lullaby,

of a love hard to deny.


From the drowsing evening,

 Through the chilly night,

they sit their intertwined,

Holding on tight.


Tracing each other’s skin,

With the brush of those soft, lean fingers,

Occasionally passing steams of warm breath,

surrendering to winters.


Supposed lovers, exuberant and gay,

But the people couldn’t accept, a prince and a maid,

Very soon they ran away,

Couldn’t watch their love fall,

how could they?


Leaves fall down swaying in the wind,

from the romantic tamarind,

Like flowers in a wedding,

“This is it,” he said,

The beginning of a new ending.


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