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Frolicking
On violet sand
Beneath twin suns
Wet sand between toes
Soft kisses
On sunblushed lips
A moment of silence
As they gaze
At each other
From a pocket appears
A small black box
Christine gives it to Una
“Is this what I think it is?”
“It sure is.”
Una opens it.
An Illyrian engagement ring
Of iridescent stone
Born of fire
Christine’s smiling eyes
Await Una’s response
“You know I’ll say yes.”