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Remember that windy evening
When you confessed that you loved me?
All the shy flowers of the Parrot tree
Came
alive with a sudden rustling.
From the raven skies, a monocled moon
Strained aging inquisitive eyes
To catch
a glimpse of our young love.
The starlight felt like high noon.
I loved your hands,
So tender yet so strong,
And
your cheeky quip,
If ever you close your eyes and fall,
You know Ill catch you.
Now seven summers, seven winters
Have
passed,
And the Parrot Tree is in full bloom again
Like it was on that starry starry night.
We come to relive
the old moments,
The energy and the epiphany.
Though this time it's not just you and I
But we come as three:
With
a blossom of our own.
Promise me your strong hands again, love,
You know how I am–
Sometimes I buckle,
And
this juncture where I stand,
It scares me, the new terrain,
The unknowns that lie ahead.
I'll trust your strong
tender hands.
I'm going to close my eyes now,
And fall without fear.
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