She is never ending,
a constant in my heart.
I am redundant
Though I find that
She channels the earth
with her fingertips
I want them on my eyes
And on my heart
I listen to winter
Not so cold now,
"Why are you not on a bus?"
I will love you until I die,
And even after that,
just a little more.
I will always love you
Just a little more.
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