The wind blew with a purpose,
raising emotions with turmoil,
palpitations surged,
tresses dispersed,
chaos regained,
for she was caught red-handed,

She, for time forgettable
hid beneath those searching eyes
her yearning for him,
and had tamed her racing heart
from expressing her love

Yet despite such devised plan,
she was exposed,
and though nervous,
and unsure where this would take her
she stood tall

for the plinth of her love
was deeper than the ocean
and stronger than the mountain
and he, though shocked
yet melted and morphed
to a shape of their oneness
called love

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