Friday night, speeding cars and a setting sun.
Still water over by the wall.
A perfect summers night
Under the stars, leaves dancing on trees.
Hidden from sight, Hidden from sound.
A hug, A kiss,
A little more, A lot more
Romance wasted on the lustful.
Perfection spent on the ungreatful.
The lover of hate
The hater of love
A coupling unmatched by any other.
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