The rain rodded down,
pock-marking the pond
as the moon shone
in a halo of colours.
Sheltered we stood
by a roof and our hearts
whilst the rain fell,
spitting to the ground
in a crackling dance
to a whispering breeze;
for the wind was light
as the feeling inside
and I held your hand
as you held my heart.
You kept me from the cold,
for you warmed me from inside;
and I loved you then.
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