Sitting under the super snow moon,
with you,
sneaking glances and kisses,
whispering our wishes,
in case the stars can hear our secrets,
fingers intertwined,
as I lean into your embrace,
wondering how long I can hope to have you,
and if this is what the world meant,
when they said that love was magic.
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