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Maybe you have seen Her
though not like I see her.
She does not walk with you,
She walks as you.
Perhaps you think
you know Her,
yet a pond is not an ocean,
and I have had to reach deep into myself,
and yet I know nothing at all.
This is not the usual love poem,
no need for jealousy.
She is not mine or yours
She is ours.
I hope you find Her soon,
but She will probably find you first.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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