The cedars whispered, watched, and listened

They love to see when young hearts glisten

These mighty protectors tower above

Stopping rain just to hear young love

The newcomers sit, now properly sheltered

Restful silence lets restless minds swelter

In carved seats under heavy branches

They carve sweet songs between fleeting glances

With all words spoken, while silence bears down

The two forms begin to root in the ground

The cedars are old, and have become quite eager

So feed our newcomers a confident ether

One hand extends, received by another

Wishing eyes seek for a smile uncovered

Drawn to their dreams, ready lips meet

Under the cedars, we feel complete

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