"The Passionate Seeker to Chance"

Like Poe, she buried her heart.

Her smile was the same.

Her laugh was the same.

Her life was the same.

Until he whispered “Te amo,” “Te amo,” and “Te amo”

at a surprising moment.

And she knew she’d never have peace again

with the pounding under the floorboards.

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"Daphnes Reply to the Seeker"

The pounding must be just an echo

and as an echo it is not real

a flat line had been pronounced

her mind just shut the final door

decided to have some peace

and chose the shadows and the quiet dawns

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"The Seeker Reply to the Nymph"

Sweet Nymph,

You are no ancient laurel tree; you’ve veins of deep desire.

Though weather-hardened you may be, survived the storms and fire,

Yet like the growth in early spring, true love may bloom anew,

Each blossom bears a solemn oath: a love that beckons you.

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