Perhapsthatiswhat
Beingafriendmeans,
Afterall.”
念完之后，傅玉合起书眼睛亮亮地看着萧逸：“
以前读这诗
时候体会不到作者心境，也不知道到底是在歌颂爱情还是友情，但现在好像明白
。”
萧逸听得都痴，眼里温柔无限，轻声道：“也爱你。”
Tomakemegood
Andmorethananyfate
Couldhavedone
Tomakemehappy.
Youhavedoneit
Notatavern
Butatemple;
Outoftheworks
Ofmyeveryday
Notareproach
Thatyoucan’thelp
Dimlyseeingthere,
Andfordrawingout
Intothelight
Allthebeautifulbelongings
Butforwhat
Youaremakingofme.
Iloveyou
Forthepartofme
Thatyoubringout;
傅玉
怔，突然反应过来自己刚刚念诗时说不知道说多少声“Iloveyou”，顿时有些不好意思：“你只听到这句吗，还读其他很多……”
话还没说完，萧逸已经不由分说地吻上来，拉着手变成十指相扣，轻轻柔柔但饱含深情吻在两人唇齿间传递，格外甜蜜动人。
吻毕
Withoutatouch,
Withoutaword,
Withoutasign.
Youhavedoneit
Bybeingyourself.
Butasong.
Iloveyou
Becauseyouhavedone
Morethananycreed
Couldhavedone
Thatnooneelsehadlooked
Quitefarenoughtofind.
Iloveyoubecauseyou
Arehelpingmetomake
Ofthelumberofmylife
Iloveyou
Forputtingyourhand
Intomyheaped-upheart
Andpassingover
Allthefoolish,weakthings
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