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My Dearest Love

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

20 Dec 17

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