Blue Bells.

They run across a golden hill,
Their hands intertwined,
And the sun shines off the wet grass,
And they lie down among the blue bells.

His hand reaches over and strokes her cheek,
And she smiles.
While the birds tweet, and their hearts sing
Together, in the language of love,
Their souls diffuse into each other's
And everything celebrates their silent passion,
And their peaceful bliss,
Their content isolation
And the joy from their love.
And their pure hearts lie together forever
Among the blue bells.

The End

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