A yellow caterpillar
Tickles my wrist
With her many little legs.
The sun beats warm upon me.
I look at her, lying next to me
The swell of grass on her neck
The moment passed as she opens her eyes
And smiles a warm smile.
As we walk together to the horizon
Her hand in mine.
Tis a love that will never end.
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