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Echo Sonnet No. 1

May 1, 2020

Our love began, as these things do
Not by chance, nor was it planned.
An old flame gave way to the new
With a word, a touch of the hand.
You were young, I no longer a lad
In bright morn, not shadowed night
You played the damsel, I the cad
A tremor in your voice wasn’t fright.
Thereafter confessing your desire
Demanding, begging if I felt it too
Fearing words would paint me a liar
I took and kissed you as lovers do.

When you kissed me in the same way
Knew you loved me the very first day.

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