When in the going
I came upon the then
who is no longer
like the winds, winged away
came and gone
in the blue deep of broken-hearted
the shake of everything
on a willing will of a heart
vulnerable from experience
comes my baby
I was open to inn her
but she has become the only
whom I choose to expend time
through all life time
with only you my baby
my treasure
my beauty
my pretty
my belove
my baby...
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