What is it that so attracts her thus if not a ring of gold
on her finger or the fence that keeps the mowed lawn contained
does she love for the sake of love or is love simply not
enough, and who would be the waking soul if she could have he wants, it all,
the arm around her when she drifts to sleep still there when the morning light peeps
in, and who would be the person invited, someone who is heart is so beknighted,
the face that would not fade in time but remain as potent as to remind her how
good a lover can be at last, as to compare with those of the past, that it is
all so astounding that the face she sees at night is still around when the
morning bells toll and her gaze still
fully adores, can she really find such a man, someone she can keep near at hand,
that indeed would astound, if he could really be found
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