My soul is moved
As you mention my name
When you think of me
I am beckoned.
The truth, I suppose,
We’re never apart
At least where love is reckoned.
Nothing alters a changeless soul
As it appears to grow.
A changless beach must lengthen
Whenever the tide is low.
You are the moon and I am the shore
And the tide, our communication
Thus will it cycle for evermore
As we grow in appreciation.
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