We sit high up in space,
The wind blowing in our faces,
The current crashes all around,
Torrent too strong.
Jagged boulders protecting us,
Sea spray tickles, but to no avail.
The sun sets,
Hands touch,
Fingers intertwine,
Hearts race
Your eyes meet mine,
My face as red as the sky,
I stare at you,
You back at me,
Wishing
It doesn't end
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