You. Me.
We stand here, at the top of the mountain.
Below us, the dark blue sea churns rapidly;
The wind blows your curls ever so gracefully.
You turn,
You look at me,
Compassion in your beautiful green eyes.
Once we were here before –
That time it was you who rescued me.
Now, as I pull my body close to yours –
Our lips meet in an everlasting kiss.
Happy thoughts surround us both,
And I never want to leave this place.
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