Her love,
an occult,
like a mystic tale
blended in a melodious allure

And her thoughts
had shades of a bohemian soul,
gravitating to a desire,
impossible to escape

One can doubt her existence,
her presence,
her words,
her meandering talks,
but never can anyone
prescind her love

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