Concomitant with aging
What as slow, out the heart
In creeping, all borders does clear
Beyond one's near and dear
For these tendrils of feeling.
In one who grows in love.
To whatever in their way
Tree-like has sickened, fell
Attach, with need, sympathetic
Themselves, aromatic
Stood, like all these midst war, say
Had pled down peace; its dove.
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