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I have visions of strolling through wooded pathways..

hand in hand..
No sounds..

but our heart beats syncronized to the sway of the trees..

and the warm summers breeze..

taking in the beauty and silence of this place where our hearts are free..

 free to believe in love so green..
happy are we..
crackles of leaves beneith our feet..

 birds chirping sweet melodies..

gliding through my soul are your hums of...

 sweet nothings..as we squeeze tightly under the umbrella of folliage that covers us eclipsing.. calibrating our minds inside this spiritual bouquet..

adourning our senses as we walk through this breeze of love thats now displayed across our face..

whispers of word play convey what our hearts yearn to say..

 absorbing the beauty of this..our very own special place..

walking by your side all the way..

 hand in hand..on this and each and everyday.. ♥ 

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