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One Thing is Just an Extension of the Other
What to write ... the calm of night,
Feeds my desire to perspire.
For love, my mind moves to you.
Your thoughts, my thoughts
Your words, my tune.
I wait, wonder, will your return,
Bring new things to my mind's concern..
For love, before I sleep, I see,
Your heart of hearts,
I know this love is more than
That of a sister's or brother's,
It started small, but now I know
This truth, The Ancient Puzzle.
One thing is just, and truly just
An extension of the other.