maybe, love saw me coming from afar
maybe, love thought I was too strong
and did not need to find her love
but love, she was waiting, kept me waiting
sleeping, dusty, sometimes hollow and grey
where the sand tells you his tale
covered with grain, covered with rain
maybe, she saw me coming from afar
maybe, but then I found her
and love's love was mine to take away
and maybe, maybe she will stay
maybe...
with love...who's to say
(c) JR. 2022
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