My dear, my dear.
Oh what a blessing,
My dear.
A gentleness,
My dear.
My selfishness,
Oh dear.
A careful goodbye,
My dear.

Playfully quaint and wondrous.
The allowance of a terribly strong influence.
She felt with absolute insanity.
Yet she was deeply in love.
You know that kind of love.
That would allow tiny whispers of euphoric happiness,
In all that you see or do.
It made you cynical and naive.
It made you dance with ebullience.
What an extremely deep affection.