It is o so difficult
To remember you
When you offer nothing
Whatsoever in return
Though, as if coming here
To sit beside falling water
Would do anything, but add
To the sorrow of separation
I once was a complicated soul
Yet, right now, I don't believe
That I have ever did deny that
Although, yes, you might well say
That I have become
Even more deeply enamoured
With the effects of duplicity
In my attempts at creative writing
But, inside
I feel to be a somewhat gentler soul
You see, I am happy
To sit here beside the river
To know that, somewhere behind me
The star-shaped leaves
Are drifting, like angels, to the ground below
To let everyone know, that once
Our love touched
What o so many dreamers, today still dream of
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