She, then this,
my lover be.
If not the first,
she then be?
Then ever such,
shall we see.
Then feed my soul,
thus will she.
Then this search,
this lifetime be.
No others lover's,
then we see.
Then, thus the last,
we shall we be.
A poem Jose Christensen ask me to write for his wife.
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