She Appears
Then Disappears
Always Leaving A Trail
Of Slow Sensuous Verses
Like Dropped Breadcrumbs
Along A Path
She Knows I Will Follow
I Will Find Each One
And Carry Them With Me Always
Until The Moment
The Path Comes To An End
At Love's Destination
When I Take Her Hand
And Together We Hold
The Reflections Of Her Soul
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