Out in the streets, they took a midnight walk.
They had just met, but both felt from the start
That magic feeling. And, the way they talked,
Both wished this night to never make them part.
Their romance blossomed with each slightest touch,
And every seldom gaze was quick and blushing.
And music in the air was loud as much
As it can be when praising everlasting.
They weren't alone, surrounded by the crowd,
But heard themselves while all the rest was muted.
And heaven's angels cheered them from the cloud,
And all the world them cordially saluted.
But if I were to tell you that those two were guys,
How come that story'd suddenly require a disguise?
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© Copyright: Александр Арганаиди, 2020
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