Remember when you walked with me
into forests of evergreen?
Our makeshift shelter, put together by a
canvas on which we painted with
our eyes; the stars, close together as
we were. Oh, how my heart ached for the
rise of constellations and passion,
burned in our hearts, like campfires
built from blistering hands.
Our bodies, wrapped around like a
twisted vine tree, and the forest itself
bearing witness to our humble approach.
For the wind whispered to the forest that
very night, the words you spoke so
eloquently, "I love you." The earth heard
the news because the sun rose moments
after, and the winds increased pressure,
yet intending only to rise with the sun
from the joyous occasion.
As did my love for you.
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