In the middle of violet haze,
from the first assault'
till the blue silhouetted sunshine,
when the turmoil outside fell before us,
and the assassins' bullets were just inches away above,
we both knew that the love of ours will remain stronger
more than ever.
Even when September blew a bone-chilling wind,
our souls journeyed into the depth of our passion,
into our emotions wrapped by love,
and beneath the air so warm we hid ourselves,
heated by the warm embraces between us,
where our caresses delved through each others sensuality,
not a word could be heard,
but the language of the hearts,
breathing into our ears,
this love would endure till the end of time.
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