The Doe

Looking outside the window,

I saw a beautiful doe.

So slender, so white,

I could see it glowing in the bright moon light.

She turned to look,

gazing deep in the forest.

With a twinkle in her eye,

she galloped and all was at rest.

I lingered at the window,

longing for her to stay.

Lamenting in my foolishness,

and believing that I could make her sway.

She belongs to the world,

I have no rights.

Yet, I will cherish her each and every night.

For she was mine, to have and to hold,

But she drifted away, ever so bold.

Leaving me to believe what was first foretold.

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