There she lies a world away,
Her mind aglow with golden speech.
My dreams she visits, but cannot stay,
And lays a kiss on one and each.
Laughing with mirth, she starts to sing,
Her cares forgotten, lost in time,
Sharing profound and beautiful things,
Of realms that flow in eternal rhyme.
A longing to hold her, a will to cleave,
And without time, begin to weave,
In gardens deep in yonder chasm,
A love that only we can fathom.
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