We will walk through the Cherry blossoms
in Japan, hand in hand, meandering through
the falling petals. Our winding path
will weave through the countryside with
no goal in sight. We will stop in front of a
particularly beautiful tree, whose branches
are just beginning to look naked.
I will look at you, brush a stray blossom
from your hair...and whisper
Aishiteru
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We trek the Arctic circle and witness
the absolute beauty of the Aurora Borealis.
We're be bundled tightly in our parkas,
but we are still be able to feel eachother's
warmth. We laugh as we throw snowballs.
We lie in the snow and make angels.
Well...they'll start out as angels, but in the
end, they'll just look like snow that two people
have just rolled around in.
We can't help it. As we embrace,
I whisper
Negligevapse
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We stroll the beaches of Hawaii, refreshing ocean
breezes cool us. I picked you a flower,
which you now wear in your hair. Your cinnamon
brown skin offsets your beautiful white smile.
We run through the breaking waves, our feet
leaving ephemeral indentations that are as
fleeting as our cares. We fall over into
the surf and let the ocean wash over us.
I kiss your nose and tell you
Aloha wau ia oi
.
. In China, we race eachother along
. . the Great Wall to see who can get
. . to the end first. We both end up
. . dragging eachother across the
. . finish line...which happens to be
. . . a few hundred feet away.
The locals shake their
heads disaprovingly, as we stifle
a giggle. I lean in and remind you
Wo ai ni..
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In Soviet Russia, girl kiss you
and I gladly let her, for she
and I have had one too many shots
of *****. Our faces are rosy and
we lean into each other as our feet
make hard noises on the cobblestone
streets. Saint Basil's Cathedral
looms over us, as our lips dance
a familiar dance.
Ya tebya liubliu
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We gaze at the Taj Mahal, a building
built for a man's true love. I would
build you a city. we take in the
mighty majesty of Everest. I tell
you I'd climb it for you. You tell
me to stop being silly, and say
you'd get bored waiting for me.
I give you a back rub instead.
Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae
We travel the dutch countryside
and kick off our wooden shoes to
. watch the tulips blooming.
. . I dedicate an entire field to you.
. . You blush.
. . we fall asleep in front of a windmill,
. . . watching the shapes of the clouds pass
. . . over us. I whisper in your ear
Ik hou van jou
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France has never been as beautiful as
it is now that you're here. We skirt
the cities and explore the countryside,
Endless fields and clear skies bring
out our inner children, and spend the day
romping and rolling until our clothes
are stained and our muscles ache. I
lay beside you, panting. In between
breaths, I manage to impart
Je t'aime
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We explore Roman ruins and concoct
our own love story had we been born
in the Ancient city. I would have
been a mighty General, who saved
you from a terrible dicator. You
tell me to stop quoting Gladiator.
We share a kiss under the shadow
of the colleseum. I brush your
hair from your face...
Ti Amo
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You smile and reply
I love you, too
Feeling hopelessly romantic today.