Like the star-crossed lovers,
Romeo and Juliet,
They come from feuding
kin
And must hide their
love
They meet in secret
Beside the quiet lake
The only sounds,
Are of the faintest
breeze
Disturbing the lofty
tree tops
And ducks squabbling
on the lake
But despite the quiet
Fearful of discovery
They embrace hidden
from view
Beneath a weeping
willow tree
Whose leafy pendulous
branches
Trail down into the
still water
Stirred by the gentle
breeze
They dip in an out of
the water
Like the toes of a
reluctant bather.
They kiss there in the
quiet shade
And feel at once
renewed
No words are spoken
Their language is of
caress and kiss
Such tender converse
With limitless
vocabulary
And languid
pronunciation
Every syllable well
employed
And when the final
paragraph is reached
They end with perfect
.punctuation
Stirring from their
lovers languor
They tread separate
paths
To rejoin warring
tribes
Adopting adversarial
manner
No knowing looks to be
exchange
No casual brushing
past
When for that
exquisite moment
Hand touches hand
They must remain
entrenched
Until they can once
again
Embrace beneath the
weeping willow tree
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