I once saw two lovers in a gondola under the bridge.
She sat on a cushion. He stroked her hair.
They only saw each other; their private oblivion.
Cloaked and encased – amour.
The bustle of the city only feet away.
But they heard nothing, except their own sweet-scented whispers.
As I stood in the window watching, their love became my moment.
Feeling my stare, they looked at me…and I became part of their love,
invited into their world.
The barrier was broken…and the noise tumbled in. We smiled.
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