natural ways (2)

you were a kite among the clouds:
 the winds of leisure, hope and chance
 would change direction - so would you -
 the endless spring of pure romance
 that was your sort of ecstasy.
 a height too dizzying for me:
 you natural ways, too purposeless
 for one like me, so clumsy that
 i eschew minor heights

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