I'll remember how it felt to love you
But try to forget how soon gone, it was;
Taking things, never mine to take,
Right in front of me, it was just because-
It was because your heart's so gentle,
And just because your spirit's rare;
Who could blame, if I'd become a stealer
With you around me, in the very air
It's only human nature, our collecting;
Shells and rocks, and flowers and things,
Everything beautiful must get our attention;
Delicious things cause the heart to sing.
Forgive me, that I was intrusive;
Other's boundaries, not mine to keep
One hard lesson, I must keep re-learning
A million times before that final sleep.
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