Found

The night was black, the sky was lost.
We sat close on a hill
And sought one thing.

You were so near,
My lips, so gently, brushed your ear,
And whispering soft as soft can be
Said, “I love you and you love me.”

You turned slowly,
Your lips, quivering, touched my ear.
You whispered, softer than soft can be,
“You love me _as_ I love you.”

The night was darker; sky, still lost.
We sat on a hill
And found one nothing.

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