Beloved.
To love and be loved:
how fresh, how true, how lasting.
A lovely lull like a dream,
and murmured into the ear of my red heart—
how quickly It leaves.
i should have never loved It as i did.
now i stand hollow.
—Like a soft pink and lemon yellow
of a spring, fill me with light.
Forever left in my memory.
Beloved.
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