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Chasing...
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Love She knows, it is in the air
She looks about, slowly, quietly
Wanting not to be seen, yet
She stands there in the light
In the glamour of its touch
Yes, he does see her, senses her
Is aware of her pulse quickening
Of her breath slowing and deepening
He edges forward, mute upon the earth
From the cool embrace of shadow
Their eyes meet, long moments speed by
In the fear and uncertainty they smile
And oh how she runs, he after her
Through thickets and brambles tumbling
Steaming away the cold through pursuit
They both know...
she will only be caught if she wishes
And this pause, it says so much
