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Long
ago, there was once love, she was young,
Live
with sensation, but his speeches held up,
Line
of words, book of openness fell apart,
Loss
of spirit, to talk with her became silent,
Lingering,
courage demurred, fear got momentum,
Lest
she would not speak to him, feeling ignored.
Like
prayers, he stood alone like sorrowful morning,
Listening
to her words uttered to someone else who
Little
spoke, and he did not understand if it was
Large
for one’s talks of service above their company,
Long,
perhaps longer, he waited to talk with her,
Lying
alone, on shore for holding everything in
Love,
to take her as lady of his heart, no jealousy,
Lined
up, he preferred to promise for journey,
Life’s
partner for all time on utterance of priests,
Letting
values of a husband to say wisdom honor.
Long
time passed, and now she is sitting, before him,
Leaning
in a sofa of the banquet hall with her daughter,
Looking
at her, he thinks past is a brief moment,
Loving
someone for all time is pleasing and forgiving.
