Walking hand in hand, smiling, laughing, carefully holding one another as tenderly as the manifestations of their loves' affections. The lovers, as they walked by.
He talked of his day, his straw golden hairs, jostled on his shoulders ever so freely.
The auburn haired one, listened intently, carefully, ever so lovingly to his golden lover's musings; he caressed him for encouragement and made his intentions known by simply being there.
They smiled past the gawking eyes, with contentment and bliss for one another, and not a care for the haughty, jealous world around them.
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