The Love of his Life.
He darted along the well
Hand in hand with her.
She can't see her mirrored beauty.
He can't believe his luck.
Their souls are attached
Via unbreakable golden strands.
No foreign vixen lies within her;
That one is hidden in Slovensko.
They depart hand upon waist
Within the confines of a pouch.
Thoughts and whispers among
utterances of chat remain upbeat.
Not the old being quiet;
Merely fondness in their hearts.
Everlasting euphoria forever.
The End
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