That's when you look into each other's eyes
and see one another, when history dances between
you across generations, and the strands of history
are visible through the haze of the Cosmos
and Tom Collins, brilliantly refracted in the
glass of white wine, who knows what kind.
and after a decadent dessert and a brisk walk
back through barely falling raindrops, you
recognize the sacred and beautiful in that time
when you looked at each other across the table,
seeing a bit more that you never saw before,
that history, that connection, that beauty.
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