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Our love is such as to destroy
Both distance and the urge to stray
Nothing ever else I say; not
Anything more than you, my love
(For you are everything: my joy
my hands, my head, my heart, my bliss
my every thought, my solemn kiss)
A little girl loves a little boy
With love that cannot age or rot
As if both time and space forgot
That we exist: perhaps because
We do not live, but only love