He loves me.
I know it.
He told me last night.
When we were standing in the sunset.
Or was it the moonlight?
A shadow of the Taj Mahal?
Glitter of Everest?
I forget.
We like to travel.
Take in the sights.
But who cares about hills,
When he's holding my hand?
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