Elude me more, for I get on my knees,
The world goes by, and I will still love you more.
Pray with more compassion, and the hurt only increases,
am yet to get you, if only to fulfill my destiny.
Bring me the wildflowers, I'd like to know,
If growing for your own will make me low,
Will I be myself still? Or will I become you?
I never know, I may never know.
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