Now All That It Took

Now all that it took,
Was one longing look,
And a kiss,
So gentle and tender,
There was you,
There was me,
And a sycamore tree,
And a night,
I would always remember.

The new moon was high,
In a velvet blue sky,
The stars,
Seemed to twinkle at will,
I was cold,
You were warm,
And had weathered the storm,
We were old,
But not over the hill.

by Linda Harnett

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