A sunbeam through the scratched window pane
In the tender farmhouse kitchen,
Fell down like a gentle rain,
Rendering the love song a sweet exhibition.
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The nimble sweep of footsteps,
Glided softly along the hardwood floors.
A show of love stronger than words could express,
Tied the hearts with unbreakable cords.
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A lip upon the forehead,
Whispered a silent promise.
Yet with every word unsaid,
Was a sonnet which to cherish.

















