Your love comes never too easily
Because if you're true there are many ways
Like colours in spectrums down to the grays
Some for the hours always going on there free
Flashes running together or are asleep
Waiting for you to transfer them to real
Various for every day - as you feel
Within and external of admiring deep
Dissolving moments that come to the reach
Casting each gathering to the lost heart
Like seeds from bouquets that fills each distance
Accessible occasions dearly to teach
Their achievements or newly restart
That marks some spaces in the ways and trance
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