VII

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Their encounters, like stolen moments in the night,

He relished her presence, his heart taking flight,

She saw through his ruse, her flower's intuition,

But he recoiled, fearing the kingdom's suspicion,

Their connection, delicate as a spider's silk thread,

Bound by love's yearning, impossible to shed.

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