I do not think I can do this
My compass will not waver
Every time I seem to miss
The signs warning me of the danger
Never try to change the shape of your heart
To fit a different chasm
Love is not an art,
But a silent anthem
Sung within, so I leave this shell
And take up the shelter beneath the olive tree
You will not see me dwell or my heart swell
For I know you are here with me
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