She wasn't expecting a lot
A lot of extreme lovely moments
She didn't know herself so well
me even less
We fought because of our passions
Confusion and sadness
ghosts of phobias from the past
haunting us as we struggle to love
I, lost so intensely
like a citydweller in the deepest forest
Love appeared through mercy
directed you to me
Young children
thats all we are
safe and found
in the ferile medows of our love
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