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There is a woman, for whom I feel loveand care for. I bring her gifts of stones
fair. They are from my tidy backyard. Tones
of indifference come from her. What of
my tender words for her? She will shove
me away. Not listening. My sad moans
fill up my head as she walks away. Bones
will be my only remains. She's my dove.
My dove and life. Maybe one day she will
look my way with longing. Tomorrow I
can sit next to her at lunch. She will see
that I love her. She will hear my mild plea
for her. Maybe she will feel a great thrill
through her veins when she hears my longing heart.