I find although we are together now
A part of me still longs for you despite
The silliness inherent in it. How
This part demands could I have come to quite
Such luck as this? It cannot be desert
And so it must be fragile and at risk.
If so, then forces mighty but covert
Oppose it and stand ready soon to whisk
This happiness away and make me grieve.
And so I long to be with you for good
Because that part of me will not believe
That this dread universe we live in would
Allow this to remain. I answer no:
The world does not determine if you go.
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