Loss
My child
You
No more are mine
But I am yours
Head to toes
Heart and mind
To the end
I lost you
To this world
This machine
This culture
Civilized
I love you
Love is not
Heat/freeze
Pain/bruise
Wind/breeze
Bush/shrub
Fallen leaves
Or the trees
Love is what
Works like wine
Lightens darks
Darkens lights
Fills the veins
Rules the heart
Blinds the mind
Love also gives and takes
I love
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