I said to her,
Whispered in flow of flame,
No,
In icy cold!
I admitted my sin,
My secret love!
And a black mare,
Stampeded me,
And circled and reared!
And broke at me!
Not her,
Reality!
As I realise,
I've been holding,
An excuse not to love,
Thinking,
What can never be.
Yet you,
Just as seeming, impossible!
I still love, just so much more!
Why? Do I love!
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