CØmpletely FictiØnal

Love

We fell in love over candlelight
as nightingales, chirping softly through the open window,
lounged lazily in the green veranda
where young lovers shivered close in the almost-dark.

"Come with me," you said.
I was certain you wanted to follow the nightingales
Ever so slightly, I resisted your hand pulling mine
You took it as an invitation.

I forget who paid the bill
I remember I was the one who left the tip
You didn't seem to care how much anything cost
You kept staring into my eyes.

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