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By Najah Davenport

Our hands intertwined,

A love so prosperous it matures like fine wine.

Our lips just a touch away,

Every moment is a getaway.

Without each other, we are lost in a maze. 

Our love’s a never-ending fire, always ablaze.

Forgetting all about the past and its pain,

I guess that’s love when the heart takes over for the brain.