She came down the ivory mosaic sturdy stairs
In movement of sport and glee just few steps behind my back
With gait so light and nimble as the lulling air among boughs at dusk
I never turned, to show her how much I did take heed or care
But my heart was bouncing heavily every down stair
Wishing that long stretch of stairs will never end and be so much longer
At the bottom of the stairs for a moment I stole a glimpse of her fiery stare
But soon our paths spilt and were together no longer
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