The Bridge

She stood there on the bridge looking out across the Perfume river, 
As the traditional imperial boats made their way across the Perfume River.
She could see the big market out in the distance, 
Its exotic smells filled her nose and reminded her of her father's stories of a different era. 
Yet she looked back over her shoulder,
and there her lover stood,
watching her quietly,
gazing into her beautiful brown eyes,
loving every moment he had with her.

This moment on the bridge was truly special to him,
he had dreamed of taking her there, 
A city she had never seen,
Except in the stories she'd been told as a child.
He could see in her face and her smile that she was at peace there, 
On a vacation together with no worries except what delicacies they should try.
He loved her more than life itself,
She embodied all of his ambitions and dreams, 
The girl who made him feel lucky again. 
He no longer worried about being alone, 
His soul had intertwined with hers,
In a big tangled knot that couldn't be undone.

He longed for a bridge that linked his city with hers,
so they could walk across it every day and be together. 
He knew such bridges aren't built overnight,
but they started laying the foundation, 
knowing eventually the bridge would be complete,
so they can stand on their bridge together,
watching the sun set into the river, 
as they hold hands and be together forever. 

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