I would follow her for one more glance,
even only of her shade.
I'd follow her to hear the angels sing,
of what GODs made.
I'd follow her for one more sound,
a vowel to cross her lips.
Id follow her till end of days,
with not a sunset missed.
I'd follow her through even storms,
to calm her every nerve.
There's not one place that she could go,
where I'd not follow her...
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