Holding hands at Cover park,
Head to shoulder on the bench.
Sailboats dot the sea below,
Through the crystal air and snow.
Walking slowly, memories return.
Smiles appear upon our faces.
Eyes then meet and lock in place.
Lips then part in sweet embrace.
Joy enfuses both our souls,
Bodies join without control.
Anticipation builds for what awaits,
When next we meet at Cover Park.
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