Drunken stumble,
"Hello, and welcome."
Summer moon shone
as we fell to the grass.
Stranger,
I like you.
I laugh and I gasp.
I now know the history
I understand.
Summer walk
led me to you.
You spoke,
my eyes opened, eyebrows raised
You spoke!
The rain dripped down,
disagreement.
It was right,
you swayed me round to your side.
Now I stand there.
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