O’ wisp of love
so delicate,
barely
discernable
burgeoning cautiously
perhaps
predetermined
by fate
O’ wisp of love
cries out
to be heard
regardless of
it’s destiny,
irrational as it may be
O’ wisp of love
refuses to be still
ever stirring within us
which ever way it befalls
it will be….
It must be.
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