Two hands joined, as side by side
They walked through wooded trails
Stranded on a mountainside
Exploring hills and dales.

Trapped by warmth, entranced by night
Climbing ever higher
Toward grassy knolls and moonlit height
They tend the growing fire.

The mossy ground, a feather bed
The tree, a soft warm pillow
No stone unturned, they slowly learned
Of love, beneath the willow.

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