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She went to the woods where he told her to wait.

The sky was grey, the air cool and no shadows cast;

On a large stone she sat, her skirts pressed around.

Deep in thought, came his words first and last.

She mulled them over remembering his voice, their sound.

"At my side is where you belong, it's always been,

and the warm kisses we share bring such pleasures."

He had discovered her and she wondered had he seen

the truth when he had whispered those words and the measures

he would go to to make her his, for now and ever.

The time to tarry was coming to end as she saw him near.

His strong and sure step, determined and clever

could describe his expression as he called out, "Dear".

Arising, she stood with quickened heart and breath.

Lady Ellemere and her Lord and lover, Seth.



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