When they embraced the first time, there seemed to be a symphony of starlight all around them. A hymn sang through the heavens while barely audible whispers of the job at hand skiffed through their meeting. Mann took her by the river which was singing of their love, what with his lips that brushed lightly against her brow brimming with the very tenderness of stars, every touch becoming a vow to keep her that close. "Cassette, my tide's own light," he said as if that had enough warmth. "Then from now onward, no call shall quench our flame, as you are my dawn, my truth, my heart's eternal song, my love's endless hymn." She smiled, and her embrace held in its warmth a sanctuary to the universe. "My Mann, my shore of dreams" was her answer. "And our love is a river, flowing beyond the reach of destiny, its current always the most complete, a song of eternity."
They walked in the ways of the woods, where windflowers shook down their heads, and laughter was alive in her eyes, made of strained light, not aged sweat; bondage. Each of his kisses was another line of care that lurched in her soul, making the echoes loud in the heart of dawn, towards which they clung in life. Let their bond be known as a large tapestry of fidelity woven with love—each touch a line towards eternity, with every present the solemn vow to hold the other's heart above everything else, a flame that burned through time. In those silent sounding rituals, they sought the shadow beneath their Banyan, and she laid her head sleepily against his chest—his arms took her, as though she were a treasure forged from moonlight, an ode to love through all its accompanying pain. "'Cassette, power and fire in my star,'" he said, breathless, lips brushing her warm forehead, "to heaven and back, my four times love and everything-ever never-ending short of you." She took one hand and put it over his heart, tracing its rhythm, and she whispered, "My Mann, tide of truth, to hold my embrace. Your kisses outshine my stars, my soul's eternal hymn, and the heart's eternal vow."
This was a love sonnet of naive intimacies—the kisses that could stir their dreams and caused their bond to take on a certain sense of reality as a loving sonnet.