She and I intertwined, she and I still stands the most apart,
She is face, she is body, she is mind ,she is heart,
Yet her emotional fetters hold me from life's art.
Another day of toil and strife,
Another page so white,
Within that fateful Log of Life
That I and all must write;
Another page without a stain
To make of as I may,
That done, I shall not see again
Until the Judgment Day.
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