Probability

This is a fable…a small table set for two, moonlight, a gentle breeze as the stars frame the beauty of you. 

Amazed by the love in your eyes, each time ours met, as words not needed — if spoken, not heeded. 

 When heart as light refracted bends to produce a rainbow of beauty, as seemingly charted upon loves duty. 

 A tender moment shared, is as much for the moment dared.

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