Sweet Nothings

Admiring the ripples on the glistening surface,

Enjoying the rustle and chirps of leaves and birds,

Soaking in the natural bliss,

The external a reflection of their inner selves.

Finger blended into finger and played out to the melody,

Zephyr was his soft breath on her neck,

Spoken word has no place when Rhythm Divine plays,

The two who understood this were enjoying it now.

Love had finally won and risen the souls of the Chosen Ones.



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