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It's the secret you told 
never young never old
to her eyes when she wanted to see
and the deepest of you 
was a thing that she knew
though you hid, it was all meant to be.

In the plan of all things 
for all beggers and kings
in a manner of speaking it's free
but the price is so high 
that you sell never buy
and she needs to know how it could be.

There's a song you have heard 
and she sings every word
you must sing them along in her key
and her voice soft and clear 
is the sound you will hear
through the rest of your life willingly.

If you touched her you'd die 
or melt into the sky
so you hide everything that you know
from her eyes that have seen 
all that it's ever been
when she looked then you let it all show.

She's the dream in the night 
and the dream in daylight
and the dream is where ever you go
like a mist in your mind 
and you never can find
any end to the dream that you know.

So you hide in your shell 
every word that you tell
every time that she looks there to see
and she wonders at you 
what you never can do
how you cling to what never can be.

© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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