Yonder here, beyonder there
Responder, Res Ponder
All roads lead to I
And aye, through eye and ear
and touch and scent
I love her still
I miss her still
I hope she's doing well
And all her hopes and dreams
Fulfilled in equal measure
No anhedonia cross her brow
(For you who do not know
That means loss of pleasure)
And let her life be full of leisure
Jewels and gems and other treasures
God hates me, I love her. Still
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