In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.
– Erich Fromm
One Night
The night crept in softly, and brought with it stars
That glittered like lightning-bugs captured in jars,
And a moon that was round as a freshwater pearl—
All perfect for us, just a boy and a girl.
We wandered the gardens and mapped out the paths,
Stepped over the flowers, around the bird’s baths,
Found well-hidden hollows and skipped over stones
That cluttered the paths like the earth’s very bones.
We whispered in shadows and danced round the trees,
We spoke silly sonnets while down on our knees.
And sometime that evening you gave me a rose—
Out of love, or a thing very like, I suppose.
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