Your stride widens
in fury, darlin'.
Why do you march
so swiftly?
It is I.
The fault is mine
you go away
as ever I watch.
Observe my love
as it follows you.
Catch my kisses.
Wish me back.
Over your shoulder
your glance is caught
in my soul
and in my heart.
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