My love for him

As he walks by

I can see the flicker in his eye

No words could even be spoken

And my love could never be broken

As the wind blows

My love for him grows

Not like growing weeds somewhere off to the side

Nor a child growing in the warmth of her mother's womb

But as our light grows

The time for us slows

 

 

 

 

 

 

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