She who remained in the distant depths of my memory, in the twilight of my being
a shadow from the past so fleeting and distant, like a song unsung
has found her way back to me, drawing nearer warming me as she closes,
the lightness of her being here with me brings a spring to my step
a smile, the forgotten song touches my lips, the murmur of a stream as it skips along
I immerse myself with an abandon my love growing with each moment,
that past has made her cautious yet she steps lightly onward
oh how I wish that she too will love as I do.
So many times I have read this and and it never matters that I know it isn't so, but I can't help imagining that it is me who is She.
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