The Gazebo

gazebo

The Gazebo

 

A cool summer evening,

we walk in the sand.

We hear music,

it comes from the band

in the town.

Your hand in mine,

a soft, gentle touch.

I love you, and oh,

how you’ve come to mean so much.

The Gazebo, do you remember?

It was there we first met.

How were we to know that there

our destiny had been set

forever.

The Gazebo,

its beauty, its charms,

took to unwilling minds,

and forced them

to become entwined

in life

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