We are in love, yes, as hinted in hands
Interlocked, and by confluence of eyes.
But it is as psyches we wilder kiss;
On fields of vibes o'erflown, where lies
One with the other, more delirious.
Not as musicians, but in the music
Of sentiment, swelling up from regions
Incorrupt, do we, the other, mimic.
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