They met at dawn, when new was dew and air;
They sat real close, his arm held in her hair.
He whispered, whispered soft into her ear;
She listened, though her heart locked in fear.
Not fear of pain, nor fear of hurt of any kind,
But fear to be so happy she’d be blind.
And so she edged away an inch or two,
Said something sweet about fresh air and dew.
He sang then, sang his soul into the sky,
Sang and sang and sang till she did sigh.
Then all at once she spun her body ’bout,
Her heart un-locking, letting fear fly out!
They met at dawn, love’s daylight in their eyes,
Where sweetened grass just now begins to rise.

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