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Like Mr. Morel in Sons and Lovers,

I was never jealous of her,

I loved her unconditionally,

As a child is loved by the mother.

She was the sunshine,

The joy divine,

Amid her company,

I felt so fine!

Alas! The golden moments are gone,

The way in the horizon vanishes the moon!