Not a moment to waste
Not a moment to ponder
She has come and there is no fear
She has burrowed in and speaks of love
There are no worries of solitude
She understands just what I feel
I understand how she sees all
She is like no other
There’s no time to fear
This is what they call love
This doesn’t come from lust
It doesn’t make me happy
But it doesn’t make me sad
It is purely her
And that’s all I want
It’s all I need
Such a thing is not expected
Such a thing becomes a rarity
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