Tete-A-Tete
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Mihaela Pirjol
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In the season of flowers, and of fruit,
The ruby wine was rich and smooth;
Sipping it tête-à-tête, at ‘Pigasus, '
With all around: —but only us!
It subtly slipped throughout our veins:
The sunlight in our eyes, was of a domain
That only fairy tales can show the magic;
With some prognostication of an ending tragic…
And we parted quietly with that embrace:
Too shy, to look into each other's face;
But within our hearts, we felt, that very hour:
This lasting love, and its tremendous power!
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