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I wandered in her path

and there she held me,

I wanted no one’s wrath

and she just let me be.

I held on to each moment

my emotions were wild,

she listened a simple lament

to be brought in like a child.

This wasn’t a sad simplicity

I didn’t feel a dependency,

only realized our serendipity

lives beyond this clemency.

I wonder about a cooing dove,

and this my reason I miss love.