As the sweat beats slow retreat
To the fringe of my cotton tunic
Wistfully wait and wonder I
Why love is sweet yet chronic.
Coming, going, hanging about,
Memories of you flit around,
A sudden breeze on a clear day,
The restful chirpings of night.
Gallantly wandering,
Lost, nowhere,
Untied yet tethered
To your loving lair.
Here I am, a somebody
Marching towards a picture
That depicts rather vaguely
A person I must embody.
From you, to yours and myself
I dance, a balancing act at hand!
Can't ripen every fruit in the tree
But I'll do the best I can.
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