A drunken night of sober hearts
Strolling quietly underneath the stars
And all is still and nothing stirs
But those butterflies we secretly feel
Fingers interlocked in a gapless grip
Softly arching like unparting lips
Swaying naturally upon every stride
As arms that held them together collide
And on this talk, laughter fills the air
The breezy winds, throwing out all care
Of being seen and spotted by prying eyes
As gazes meet upon the gleeful sight
Low voices spilled with gentleness
Words never said, things never confessed
And upon goodbye wrapped around his arms
Chin resting on his shoulder, taking in the warmth
So casually but ever so well-read
Soft kisses planted on my head
The dizzying feel just for us to know
That maybe I shall utter tomorrow
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