The beckoning of the road and sea,
The lonely path, the holding close —
The gains that ever move away,
The losses coming, wave and dose —
The hopes she carries in her heart,
As wide as all the skies above,
Though she be weighed by press and care —
Real lovers always fight
For love
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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