Our humor didn't but our opinions
matched when we first spoke.
Maybe, maybe it all made sense
because the ice finally broke.
Sunset, waves and the sandy beach
brought our psyches as close as an oak.
Darkest of the secrets were let out,
yet no judgments were made or thought.
Trembling fingers were clasped together,
for the moment our souls were trying to sought.
And our lips wrote a beautiful sonnet,
everyone around us melted into naught.
Reminding ourselves of our realities,
we came, we met and we left.
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