Long Time Ago
That azure day, a starlit eve of spring, long time ago
I realized at last, irrevocably
that I would love that slip of a girl all my life
that no-one else would be her way one with the land,
a part of the landscape
the forest natter of none in the same way
Long ago, when I could hardly foresee
what it would require and with interest claim
and that love for that blue-eye
would measure me relentlessly, without residue
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