The strong willed pursuit of a perilous quarry,
Strongest beauty among all possibilities,
Weaving through obstacles left and right,
To capture this tool of pitiless men.
Her intelligence prevails,
The chase never ends across this vast wasteland.
I never considered the gifts of this miracle of God.
She is my unique quarry,
Never willing to give up hope.
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