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We stare up at the moon,
its light paints an image on the water.
we look into the night sky,
link up the stars to complete this scene.

Our fingers becoming entwined,
our hands now holding the hope of happiness.
As your eyes reflect the light toward me,
my heartbeat echoes the rolling waves.

And, as they reach the shore,
our lips touch, and I feel nervous no more.

These cold winter days will, soon come to pass,
and, as this winter slowly dies,
born is a love that will surely last.

To Sarah,
from my heart this is sent,
with the intention of reaching yours.

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