The placid river sits,
Silently as we stare,
Into the morning sun,
Rising unaware.
Fleets of humming birds,
Arise to a new day,
Soar into blue sheets,
Far far away.
The gentle breeze,
Caresses the dewy grass,
Naively swaying,
When through it we pass.
Time stands still,
For a moment, eternally.
My love, if this means forever,
Then let it just be.
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