You move like a whisper,
soft and certain,
filling spaces I didn't know were empty.
The world bendsc around you,
a quiet storm,
gentle, yet unstoppable.
Your presence lingers,
not in shadows,
but in the light you leave behind.
Lady, my sweet lady,
you are neither mine nor the world's,
but something freer,
something eternal.
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