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whose name is love
simple, dainty
a lovely sight
she is lost
lost
lost
she is lost
Her ...
A girl
whose name is love
simple, dainty
a lovely sight
she is lost
lost
lost
she is lost
Her face
A fairy's likeness,
temper
a picture of Mary
when she laughts
the petals fall
when she walks
a melody plays
her graceful height
like a wicker tree
her years are still of nascence
but the language of eyes
she comprehends
she is lost from many
births ago
though it seems as affair of yesterday
why, it seems an affair of today
why, it seems this moments affair
just now she stood by my side
and now she has vanished
what trick what chase is this
my senses, they're mystified
searching for that girl
I call out to that girl in my name
I call out to that girl in her name
I call out to that girl in everyones name
I call out to that girl in Gods name
if she reads or hears this
if she be alive or dying
come and meet me once
do not sully my devotion
lest I can't live
nor write a word
lest I can't live
nor write a word
lest I can't live
A girl
whose name is love
simple, dainty
a lovely sight
she is lost
lost
lost
she is lost...
__________________ As life goes on I’m starting to learn more and more about responsibility
I realize everything I do is affecting the people around me
So I want to take this time out to apologize for things I have done
And things that have not occurred yet
And the things they don’t want to take responsibility for!
For the Lost Love... 
