Little Lady
Little lady, so acquainted.
As if you were mine.
How can it be?
Morning footsteps touch my soul.
Spirits talking quietly
about what we both see.
Little lady.
Little lady.
We.
Not expected, never asked for.
A voice from ancient times
speaks through you.
Hearts have met in blessings.
Distance does not part.
My coming days are new.
Little lady.
Little lady.
You.
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