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Universally obscured is a lovers hatred for the unknown,
Found to wrestle and rest amongst pause.
Do her thoughts marry or mar that of home?
Or do her words act as more of a relative clause?

Betwixt two thorns is where thou shall find thee,
Held heavy by nature and shamed by pitiful behaviour.
Is it she who could resist the signs to help me?
Remotely, discreetly I ask, be thy saviour?

Enough is enough let it be known,
That a lover must ask to be shown,
How light could not be if love was deceased,
Through passages and whispers it would fight to just breathe.

All that is good shall cease to exist,
If she declines me the right to attempt to persist.
Riddle me this deceptively kind soul,
Should I stay with you here or turning just go?