What evening brushes warm in twilight splendor
Upon glassy mirrored flowing reflections of us
Your lips tasting wine whet my own with sun's
Warmth touches asking which path shall be ours
Emerald boughs cloak us in misty sanctuary calm
Time rushing to stand quietly by as breezes kiss
Laughter spills as hearts beat to nature's rhythm
Enveloped within silver threads unasked yearning
Blending auras in sunset's taffy-colored blaze
My hand clasped within yours immersed in totality
First star gleams upon horizon's razor sharp edge
As windows of the souls reflect only image true
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