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My Dearest Love
AlexSchein

The late Plato saw your coming, my dearest love.
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The muses hold no candle to your burning passion.
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Men and women flock to get a glimpse of your face.
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You surpass them, surely you are a divine being, with gracious splendor.
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No soul keeps you tethered and yet you stay.
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Amongst the tidal waves of humanity, you are the lighthouse that calls me ashore.
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20 Dec 17


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