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Journey of Love

Awkward and self-conscious they stole furtive glances
Keeping a distance they exchanged shy smiles during the dances

Having a lot to talk about and not knowing where to begin
Into their past, present and future they started to dig in

With a good feeling about each other and hopes for a brighter future
In the small hours they parted with a promise this relationship they’d nurture

Over more meetings they discovered each other
Their tentative smiles and glances got surer

Gazing adoringly into each other’s eyes and holding each other’s hands
They were lost to the world and were in faraway lands

This wonderful feeling they had never before experienced this fully
Like floating in the clouds, this felt invincible and heavenly

Of wedding bells and baby cries happily they dreamed
With their love and affection a strong bond they weaved

Into a brighter and more beautiful world they walked away
After a stumbling start they had found their way

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