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Conversation With Myself
© by ASJ Tessimond

'Lie down, heart. Do not run to meet her. See,
The path is clear and who can come but she?
Rest now, let be.
When two, as you and she, agree
To laugh at time, they're timeless, free.
Let go. Let be.

Let be; here's none but you and she and fate.
Your world's without dimension, distance, date;
And all things come, fool heart, to those who wait.'
'No, no. Love has dimension, distance, date;
And all things come perhaps to those who wait.
But some too late.'

Submitted by Ruth Baxendale

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