With rosy views on contented souls I covet.
the paired now clasping one another smiling, a mocking glance imagined.
She to him and him to her, a knowing strength. A blanket over both,
warming icy doubts and blunting the teeth of deceit.
For here is no lie, no breath wasted on hurt,
A simple love, carried upwards as a warm breeze rising
to ears bent, she speaks of him, face glowing with proud affection,
no secret she keeps, that bond brazen and blooming, beautiful.
Onlookers unheeded, fanciers creep and crawl, tongues waggling at their groins,
with indignant scorns they are banished, none does she pay time or heed,
with this His calm harmony, his knowledge of her seeded tranquility,
that warming caress and doubtless present and future, stretching ahead into the horizon
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