And he moved me, the closer he came to me
And he caressed me, the deeper he fell with me
And he lowered me, the higher he drifted from me
And he learned from me, the more he gave to me
He was my hue, my bland, my contour, my pattern
And she discovered him, when she found her thoughts in him
And she entrusted him, when she encountered a truth in him
And she prayed with him, when she wanted to have more faith in him
And she cried for him, when she could no longer bear him
She was his hue, his bland, his contour, his pattern
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