Rivers
She can't be family,
She can't be love,
Without a boundary
To follow her from,
It can only be magic,
The way she moves
My heart to the fore,
Ready to bloom,
Precious moments
I am living for.
We must be rivers,
Wild and free,
Her current is flowing
Deep inside me.
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