Like a mother mine was delighted, she gave birth,
A joy most pure, like breath of life upon this earth.
Great as the dawn when first we took our breath,
And like the sun, we gleamed with hope, not death.
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Happy and glad am I, for Nature's gift,
A lady fair, from distant lands, adrift.
A treasure brought by Fate, my heart doth yearn,
For she, whose thought doth make my spirit burn.
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We barely bonded, nine months in peace,
A time of calm, of quiet release.
In stillness, we shared the earth's embrace,
A simple life in that sacred space.
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I shall find some time to read,
To establish the link, the bond indeed.
To breathe in the scent of thy art,
And feel the theme that stirs my heart.
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Who said one cannot love more than one?
For I once did, and still love these two,
A bond so strong, so deep, so true,
Love for the girl, and her mother, too.
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My mind and soul arise, to face this strife,
The past within us rekindles life.
The future calls, with steps to take,
Overcoming obstacles, for love's own sake.
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A newly met soul, thy light doth glow,
Illuminating shadows where dull moments flow.
Thou entered my world, a flame in the gloom,
Inviting me into thy sacred bloom.
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When we touch you, dear, at break of morn, and ne'er forget,
Still you, unyielding, do not touch us back, and our hearts fret.
Like fingers dipped in honey's sweet embrace, then licked,
A single touch leaves us yearning, souls afflict.
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The zzzziiiing ziiing thundered past the hermit's door,
Bees hurried onward, towards the mountain's distant shore.
To the honey palace, they raced in haste,
But the old hermit's warnings were quickly erased.
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This is no plea for mediation or return.
This is a soul laid bare, a candle burn'd.
Not to seek balm for wounds already deep,
But to awaken hearts that silent weep.
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