Love,
Meeting her;
Just in time,
And, knowing the ways of her heart.
Love,
Meeting her;
About 15 years ago,
In her land.
Love,
To navigate the ways of peace;
Leading to joy,
Like the muse of the pioneers.
Love,
Reckoned with the muse of your ways;
In peace,
And to keep a low profile.
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