Thunder
Tis not thunderI hear.
Tis the pounding of
our hearts.
They beat as one.
It echoes upon the wind so
that we may hear
the songs our hearts
sing for one another.
The coming of the storm,
the entanglement of two
souls.
Two hearts ment to be
together for all eternity.
To be ever cumbersome,
frolis in the dew of
the storm creating a joyous
sound.The poun ding of two
hearts beating as one.
Tis the wonderful sound
of thunder.
Tis the beating of your
heart, my heart
forever entangled.
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