How many times in one's life,
did we wish to be called lovers,
lovers not hidden in a room,
or behind a tree, but lovers
like two young children running
around in an enchanted forest
in the first rays of light of the day,
to be free and feel so light as
to put ashame butterflies. To have
a heart singing like love birds
without holding anything back.
Lovers are not for a minute,
an hour, a day, a year or
even a lifetime but rather for eternity,
that's when you are entitled to be called
Lovers
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