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Through bitter winters
and confusing springs,
with the bliss of summer
and the fall it brings

Love’s led her
down this way before-
a new location
with the same visitor at the door

Years apart from
what once was grasped,
a grip on passion
misunderstood in the past

Love’s led her
to the current turn,
she yields in hope
of not again being burned

Still everyday
it’s peace she lust,
deciphering motives
as deceit or trust

With answers soon
to materialize,
love’s led her back
to a road of why

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