Amid the drone of buzzing bees
We saunter back to camp
Hand in hand.
We sit beside the fire
Telling stories, singing songs
As we laugh and cuddle
To keep warm.
Staring at the starry sky,
I fold her hand in mine and
We trace constellations
Together.
Never so nervous.
Never so happy.
Never so hopeful.
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Woodland Bliss
Poetry"Never will I fall in love again." -- Ravella "They keep telling me to make the first move, but it's not that simple." -- Andrew ___ Drew has crippling social anxiety. Vella has scars that run deep. Two friends decide to give love another chance. __...
