In my head you were sitting, and my elven ears picked up
Your scent, full of wonders and love, and my schizophrenia,
And nature within, does it make sense, nature thus reasons
That when I look out at your face in life’s direction, all this stops,
You take central place, in my heroic epic, and thus where’s
The reason, nature such loves, and I become central, seeking
You out, and around it carries on, until I’m scrubbing a pot,
And just wondering if I’ll ever work you out, this out, thus:
You, me, nature aloud, world in your veil, an act calls, of love
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