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She has seen those tears times before
in days gone by, beyond
this youth amidst her recollections
though she never reminisces about
petty instances partaken with
moments of chance or potential

She is the singer of my every song
the soul of all my breath, the beauty
birthing my inspiration, her dance
instills the beat of my heart
she embellishes me
and I am a stronger man for it

She collects her thoughts
cries when the day is done
rejoices the evening's accession
while the fires conceive her semblance
and she is roused

I am the object of her most
exquisite perusal, the temperate
nomad seduced by philosophy
and she breathes me, whetting
my mind with her integral tears
manifesting the rhythm that is me
and I am a wiser man for it