Love

 

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I went to see you there.

The place where

I knew you’d

stay.

 

But

there – you’d gone,

I didn’t dare –

the golden absent hair.

 

I thought we had lost

our love.

Above,

a terrible frost,

 

covered me completely.

 

With the alone

I sat,

my home,

my own, gone through.

 

With me, the still inside,

you reside.

Out where we

share.

 

Now

there we go.

Never home,

the golden absent hair.

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