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You did not see that spring;
Nor were you Expecting this plight;
You didn’t fall in love at first sight;
You judged, and contemplated;
You debated day and night.

You waited…
abated;sated;dated
To decide,

Was it the season
Was it the time
What did catch your fancy?

When profane becomes sacred,
When something preoccupies.
When love
Is predominant,
You become mine;
I become Thine.

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