They spoke no word, their eyes talked,
Their fingers entangled a sublime touch.
None thought about any but them
There were only those moments such.
He followed her walk, her fragrance, her beauty;
Into the streets and alleys and hills.
The melancholy soldier regained his strengths,
regained his spirit and his skills.
He did not even know her name
And over a month did he stay,
Sensing the time to leave may be in the vicinity
he gathered up the courage to say.
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