The Walk Home.
It has been half a decade,
Yet it has been the first.
Never have I initiated,
Never has she requested.
Strolling under the bright moonlight,
Makes my heart feel light.
Holding her hands tight,
Makes me forget my plight.
Listening to her every word,
While walking on the path.
Slowly as we walk that night,
Two hearts joined with might.
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