it is quiet my love
I do not float away
at your sight at your words
at your matter of gray

it is rooted my love
like the ancient cool stream
your reflection so close
to the one I have seen

and they’re crappy, my love
these words and the rhymes
as it’s born in the heart love,
not in the mind.

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