As the moon waxed and waned,
She cut through steadily,
Tunneling wider and deeper,
As the one she bore watched idly.

In time she may reach
That warm place in his heart.
But is she still the same
The one that started?

A passion that cut across years,
They described hers.
Looking at the then and now,
But not knowing

That which is she
Is not her without him
or he without her

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