My own dear love
She’s a chime of gold
With laughter rinsing in her words
And darting goodness for the world
She has compassionate feet
That tread to light candles
For good causes, she is a love song
At the end of the road
With the grace of wood
And the sweetness of June
Her friends are sunlit with smiles
She’s of the dear-loved world
My own beloved has a jubilant flag unfurled
Of what it means to be patriotic
With idioms of high culture
She carries dreams and ignites pathways
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She is the heart that cannot shrink
The single light of living buds.
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Wuji Seshat 