my love is sorrowful
it reaches beyond
almost caught in the rain
necessary and beautiful
but I am shivering
my love is anguished
yet it perseveres
like the rolling plains
it's hard to see anything
so far away
my love is unmoving
unalterable
permanent and forgiving
and with such a love
one is always close to drowning.
but before she drowns
she gets a breath of the
freshest air, found
no where else.
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