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Beneath whispering willows, two souls entwine,
Yingtai's gentle gaze meets Liang's eyes so fine.
Reading tales of old, in laughter they'd bask,
Unaware, in her grace, his heart found a task.
As butterflies danced, their love silently spoke,
Across the small bridge, their tender bond woke.
Behind him, she teased with a sleeve in the air,
To her, he seemed painted, in future's soft glare.
She longed to share similes of solitude's shade,
Yet felt herself lighter, by ethereal whispers swayed.
In strange murmurs, their dreams softly collide,
A tapestry of thoughts, in silence, they confide.
As butterflies danced, their love silently spoke,
Across the small bridge, their tender bond woke.
Behind him, she teased with a sleeve in the air,
To her, he seemed painted, in future's soft glare.
Butterflies soared, freeing space for their bloom,
That night, amidst fragrance, their love found its room.
Into each other, their souls deeply dive,
Shuddering petals, in their embrace, alive.
In these crafted lines, their story retold,
A love so profound, so brave, and so bold.
Liang and his Yingtai, through lifetimes they thread,
In verses, their whispers, forever are spread.