I am a free spirit
Beautiful and loving
Emanating light.
In my eagerness
For her to see it
I stumble and fall
Extinguishing my light
Renting my gowns
Tarnishing my beauty
And so she sees
My eagerness as desperation
My love as fear
I become less than I am
And she sees the sadness
With which this false image fills me
But I am a free spirit
Beautiful and loving
Emanating light
She will see it
Or not, of her own accord
In time
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